At 6:53 this morning, two anxious children tip-toe in my room. (It’s funny how you can be shaken out of a deep sleep by a tip-toe!)
Ian sings a joyous song to his own tune…
“The milk is drank…
The cookies are ate.
The napkin is folded
and put on the plate.”
I drowsily roll over and laugh, “Did you make that up?”
“No, I looked in the kitchen!”
So grateful for this last sweet moment of believing.