Every now and then...

Usually after we visit Chris's tiny, tiny hometown I get a hankerin' to move there.  Or somewhere close to there.  It's a good place.

Maybe one day we'll do it?...



And this guy...this guy would love it.

This is my youngest boy.  I say 'youngest' but he's really only two months younger than his brother. Figure that one out.

He is soft-hearted and kind.  He's a friend to everyone.  His bedtime prayers go like this:  "Dear God, we hope we have a good time.  Thank you for our food.  Amen."

His mealtime prayers go like this:  "Dear God, we hope we have a good time.  Thank you for the food what Mommy made.  Amen."  Yes, the "food what Mommy made."  I have no idea...

His anytime prayers go like this:  "Dear God, we hope we have a good time.  You love us God.  Thank you for our food.  Please help that person be okay."

Apparently my child really hopes to have a good time.  And he really likes food.  I hope this is not a reflection of our ability to model appropriate, God-honoring prayers.

Love you, sweet Hank.