During the sermon this morning, our minister asked us to recall some particular moment that he called “The ah-h-h . . .” moment that we had experienced during the past week. This was supposed to be a faith based moment.

What came to my mind were moments I had shared with my husband and three grown sons. The youngest son phoned his dad and me on Thanksgiving (Canadian Thanksgiving, October 13) — he lives in Toronto — just to talk and hear the sound of our voices (We e-mail all the time).

The second “ah-h-h . . .” moment was when my husband and I sat down to Thanksgiving dinner with our middle son and his family.

And the third moment came when my husband and I were out for dinner at our usual eatery on Friday night and our eldest son and his wife surprised us by walking in and joining us for dinner.

Now, can I tell you about those special moments with my grandchildren?