in case i don't remember, i'm "jotting" these down.
this week, max told with utter excitement, "Mommy, Jesus lives in my tummy!"- So maybe I need to go over anatomy with Max, but either way, my heart was full when I heard these words.
and today he said after looking at my new pimple friend that has made what seems like a permanent home on my chin, "Mommy, what's that on your face?"
"Well Max, it's a zit."
after a long pause & one last long look at my monster he replies, "Mommy, I don't like those things!"
"Me neither Max, me neither."
Zoe volunteered to pray for GG (my grandma, her great grandma) tonight at bedtime prayer. When we were home for Easter, Zoe must have overheard Grandma complaining about her hip & us talking about a recent fall she unfortunately had.
"Dear Jesus. Thank you for Mamma & Daddy, for Jude & for Max, and please help GG's hip to feel better and help her to remember to take the elevator instead of the stairs so she doesn't fall anymore. Amen." (apparently in Zoe's mind, an elevator is readily available at all places)
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