That wasn't really sawdust in his eye

Saturday afternoon was a memorial service for a friend/colleague's father.  Andrew had a double header baseball game and Catherine had to work.  Thomas had set construction all day, but he wanted to attend the service with me since Kyle (son) is one of his teachers.  I picked him up early enough for a shower and lunch.  We delivered the food we had agreed to bring, and found a seat in the small church.  I had only met the deceased one time a few years ago, and just for a few minutes.  However, Kyle's family is dear to us, and as a Navy vet, Kyle was such a tremendous resource in navigating the recruitment process and many other things.  Because we had not known his father personally, I knew there would be some sadness, but not super emotional.  Before the service actually began, they showed a video.  There were many pictures from throughout the man's life, and some from when Kyle was a teen.  Then they showed more recent pictures, and there was the man with his grandkids.  We adore Kyle's kids...his six-year-old twins and 15 month-old son.  When the pictures began with the kids, I saw Thomas begin to dab at his eyes.  It was so sweet, as he looked at me and said, "I have sawdust in my eyes from set construction."  That child makes my heart melt.  He has always worn his heart on his sleeve and has been such an emotional and sensitive child.  I knew there was no sawdust in his eye, but I wasn't about to comment on that.  I'm so grateful for my kiddos.