Tonight was my night to say the prayer (the date ends in a 4. Josh prays when it ends in a 5, James on a 3, etc.). "Can't you say it for me Josh? I swear it's always my turn and never your turn. And you've been gone all week!" "It's your night." Josh reasons. "I said it in Sunday school today." "And it was so beautiful I want to hear you say another one." He says smiling at me. But it was an 'I'm going to win this' kind of a smile. "It's my night more than anyone else's!"
"That's a 2 year old's argument Mom!" James chides.
"You need the blessings Mom!" Sam pleads.
"I'll say it for you." Luke offers.
"Thank you Luke!" I look smugly at Josh. Ha!
"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for this beautiful day and for all our blessings. Please bless Charlotte and Sister Boyle and Brother Vanderveur and Stockton and Mom that their cancer will go away. Please bless that Mom will get the blessings from saying the prayer, because it is her night. Amen."