I forgot to mention . . . in my "personal worship" time earlier today, my youngest child came and sat in my lap. He just sat there with me as I continued to sing and pray to God. With my foot going numb and feeling uncomfortable, I continued singing but made some adjustments to our sitting arrangements. I managed to hold him somewhat like I did when I cradled my kids as babies/toddlers. Through it all, he kept his eyes closed. Tired from a sleepover he was at last night and to the sounds of Rita Springer music, he surrendered to sweet sleep. You know the kind of sleep that makes your body twitch as you finally let your body rest, that's what happened in my arms. It was so precious, and amazingly I was able to get him tucked into a bed without bonking his head on anything or waking him up. Cherish the memory.
Interruption . . . My oldest son is awesome! (He just walked in and asked what I was working on because it looks weird, ha! ha! He also told me to mention that he is awesome on the blog.)
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