My Son The Server

Each Sunday morning I get up early and go to the Elders meeting that starts at 8:15. Dylan always goes with me. He makes it a point to tell me before he goes to bed on Saturday night,"dad I'm going with you in the morning." See the reason that he wants to go with me is because he loves to help. When we get to the building on Sunday mornings he does what he can to help two of the Elders wives where he can. Cook breakfast for the AIM kids, arrange bulletins, clean or what ever. But he always has his eyes looking out into the parking lot. He watches for two ladies that teach class, that always has a lot of stuff to carry, and when he sees them he's out the door in a flash to carry what ever he can for them. This last Sunday morning was very cold and he forgot his coat, but that did not stop him for a moment. I took this picture with my phone as he was coming into the building with a huge smile on his face. He loves to serve. He teaches me so much. I wish that I had his heart. Just this year he found out that there was really no Santa Clause. I don't know if he knows it or not but, for me there is a Santa Clause, he is my Santa.