21 August 2006
Tonight I put Elijah to bed. He yelled after me as I tried to walk out of his room. "pway!" I had forgotten. He folded his little hands and closed his eyes . . . tank oo, home, mommy, daddy, jo jo, belle, zeke, amen.
It was great to understand what he was thanking God for . "Good on ye Mate!"
Saturday, July 21, 2007
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