Every night before we eat dinner, Emily wants us to pray. It's a real blessing for us that she always remembers. Some nights she wants Grandy to pray. Some nights she wants to sing "God our Father" as the blessing. Tonight we all held hands and she started her prayer: "Rain, rain, go away". Maybe she was praying for no more rain since the yard is so wet. Even if that wasn't her intention, that prayer kept us in stitches for the rest of the meal.
Monday, February 22, 2010
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