I have quite a few things I loved about Rory at church.
Lance didn’t sit with us much. He served in leadership callings that required him to sit up front.
That meant I had four kids that would fight to sit on either side of me. But really the boys fought to sit on one side because Rory always got the other. She was my little buddy.
Rory would look up at Lance and wave and wave. I would put her hand down and the next second it would fly back up. That continued until Lance acknowledged and waved back. She was happy to see her dad up there.
She was happy.