Yesterday, I was doing the lunch dishes and Soren was playing in the living room. Carl was napping and the house was calm and peaceful.
I peaked into the living room to see what Soren was doing. The floor was littered with blocks but he wasn't building anything. He had out our family Book of Mormon and sat on the floor with it open in his lap. He was mumbling something I couldn't hear, although I don't doubt that it was some jumbled up rendition of an oft-repeated scriptural phrase.
When he saw me, he put the book down said, "We're having a prayer." Then he folded his arms. I quickly dried my hands and came to kneel with him on the floor.
I love listening to Soren pray. It's something he has only recently started doing and it is definitely my favorite of his new skills. I especially love listening to him thank God for his blessings. He is grateful for the best things. His enjoyment of life is obvious when he prays because he remembers with enthusiasm so many small and wonderful things.
Yesterday, he was grateful for smoothies, pancakes, the movie about dinosaurs, the garden, and Jesus. This morning it was the park, the train, Daddy, and Cheerios.
Soren teaches me to see the miracle in little things. I remember being a kid and praying with sincere gratitude for the three different flavors of ice cream (vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry). I was glad to live in a world where such a miraculous food was possible. When Soren prayed with such gusto, "I am thankful for a smoothie", he reminded me about that very real world of wonder.
I peaked into the living room to see what Soren was doing. The floor was littered with blocks but he wasn't building anything. He had out our family Book of Mormon and sat on the floor with it open in his lap. He was mumbling something I couldn't hear, although I don't doubt that it was some jumbled up rendition of an oft-repeated scriptural phrase.
When he saw me, he put the book down said, "We're having a prayer." Then he folded his arms. I quickly dried my hands and came to kneel with him on the floor.
I love listening to Soren pray. It's something he has only recently started doing and it is definitely my favorite of his new skills. I especially love listening to him thank God for his blessings. He is grateful for the best things. His enjoyment of life is obvious when he prays because he remembers with enthusiasm so many small and wonderful things.
Yesterday, he was grateful for smoothies, pancakes, the movie about dinosaurs, the garden, and Jesus. This morning it was the park, the train, Daddy, and Cheerios.
Soren teaches me to see the miracle in little things. I remember being a kid and praying with sincere gratitude for the three different flavors of ice cream (vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry). I was glad to live in a world where such a miraculous food was possible. When Soren prayed with such gusto, "I am thankful for a smoothie", he reminded me about that very real world of wonder.
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