Prayer Time

We have established a new nightly prayer ritual at home. And after a few weeks things are falling into place, the whining and wiggles have worked their way out, and I am enjoying this time. The kids and I kneel around our coffee table and Patrick holds Max in a "wrestling-style" hold to keep him still. The first week, he was anything but quiet. But now he seems to realize crying is worthless, he will be held despite it. Last night he quietly looked at each of us while we named our intentions. He even folded his hands and "prayed" along.

But Sean had the clincher of the night: "I pray that Grandpa has a safe trip, for all soldiers fighting overseas, and that Grandpa Tic Tac is having fun in Heaven."

I'm sure he is. Our family prayer time is likely providing lots of laughs and smiles for the folks up there.