first prayer.

We pray at dinnertime. Always. Sometimes it's a small, personal prayer from daddy. Sometimes it's, "God is great, God is good..."

But it's always something. We should do it at every meal. I guess we are always sitting together for dinner. And so it's standard then.

Tonight Pratt said his very own prayer. Without any help. Without any prompting.

And I know we aren't supposed to peek...but I couldn't help it. And when I saw his chubby little hands...I just had to get a picture.

So I will remember forever.




We were eating spaghetti. He made the garlic bread. He poked holes with his little fingers. And smeared the bread with lots of butter. And pretty much dumped an entire bottle of garlic powder on each piece.

And it tasted fantastic.

I love him so very much. Moments like these make my heart feel as though it could explode.

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