My favorite story about my parents. My mom has always been a huge Chris Tomlin fan. She gets her fill when she blurs the line between visiting and living in the city of Austin with her two daughters, and attends Austin Stone where he leads the music. One Sunday, after she revealed never having met him, (soon after claiming to be friends with him,) my dad grabbed her hand (they did not usually hold hands) and led her to the stage. He introduced them, and for the first time I saw my outgoing talkative mother become fairly shy. My father stood back and smiled/rolled his eyes as he watched them talk. or flirt, whatever you want to call it.