My two-year-old loves to talk - but sometimes his words all sound the same (for example, airplane and orange both sound like "arr-ane").
The other day we were reading a story before his nap, and when we finished he clapped his hands together and said "Puh!" Since I had just taught him "patty cake," I assumed that was what he wanted to sing. I started the song and he shook his head no, clapped his hands together again and repeated his request: "PUH!"
It dawned on me: Oh, PRAY. It was all I could do to keep the tears in my eyes from falling at this sweet request to talk to God. And how it was more important than anything else at that moment.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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