- My three year old kneels down onto the bench, face against the seat, and thanks God for mommy and daddy, and for the kitty cats at the pet store last night and the ladies who were cleaning their cages.
- My four year old, patiently awaiting her turn then says, "Thank you God for my new best friend...Mommy, what was her name?..." Oh, how the meaning of "best friend" will mature over the coming years--at least to the point of remembering the sweet child's name.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Prayers from dinner:
labels: gotta laugh