Ellie has been asking to pray herself each night. Really
sweet. Yesterday her prayer went something like this: “I pray for Daddy and Mommy
and Eric and Elijah and Ellie. I pray for all the people in Mexico, Canada, and
Italy [the countries we’ve studied]. Thank you for these very cute pajamas.
Thank you for us all being together. Please watch over us tonight like a
shepherd watches over the sheep. Please give Mommy and Daddy a very peaceful
sleep. Please give us good dreams. Give Mommy a dream that is beautiful and
Daddy a dream that is handsome. In Jesus name, amen.” Eric clasps his hands and
bows his head the whole time.
Yesterday before bedtime was this really happy time where
Elijah was lying on the ground in his usual fashion, Eric was doing a
free-style dance around the floor, sometimes with a sword in hand, and Ellie
was copying either of her brothers. We would have to guess who she was copying.
She’d do a pretty good job, copying Eric squatting on the ground DJ’ing with
his music toy (“WANT JINGLE BELLS? WANT JINGLE BELLS?”), or him swaying on his
tippy-toes, or copying Elijah lying on his back flapping his arms and legs with
a surprised expression. Then she’d fall down in peels of laughter. Eric had no
idea she was copying him.
This morning Ellie was playing some imaginary storyline by
herself and said “I need to find someone to marry…” Eric exclaimed, “I’ll marry
you!” and went up to her face and said, “Hi.”
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