So Proud

I just had to stop my running around for a second to share this awesome story while it's beauty is still fresh on my mind. Every night at bedtime Nolan and I read, turn out the lamp and then we pray. Since Mousey (his stuffed best bud) gets to sit on our laps during this ritual, we fold Mousey's paws, then Nolan folds his and we pray. First for Daddy and his safety and then we just thank God for whatever is on our minds, mostly people (sometimes we thank God for MOusey, too). Momma is the leader of the prayers, but Nolan always repeats. Today (5 minutes ago), I read him a story before nap. Then he took Mousey's hands and Nolan said, "For Daddy." I immediately teared up at the moment, but kept my composure and said, "Yeah, let's pray for Daddy." Then Nolan went on, "And Abby. And Cheyna. And Andrew. And Haley. And Tootsie. AMEN! (CLAP! CLAP!) " No prompting on my part. Don't worry if you are not on his afternoon prayer list fellow bloggers, we get you at night. I think as he learns this whole thing and his memory expands, his prayer list will, as well. My heart just swells at his love and what a proud moment. But not so much for me as the one we're praying to.