Easter Weekend

As it has been for the past couple years, we spent our Good Friday service with the local Valley church. This year I definitely saw a marked difference in how much Ryan understood the service (well, even though he finally fell asleep toward the end). When it was time for communion, we whispered to him that only if he knew Jesus died for him then he could participate. So, he acknowledged and so he did. It was almost another sign of him growing up. Now he goes to bed besides needing the usual book time, he also demands the mommy praying time with him. I wish I could record a child's prayer. It is the most heartfelt and pure thing. As big as wanting a sibling to as trivial as hoping a school friend to behave properly the next day. He says those prayers just as earnestly. Perhaps my own prayers can just be as simple.