Tonight I think my son stole the very heart of Jesus.
"Dear Jesus, thank you for this day. Bless Momma and Daddy, and Grandma and Grandpa, and Auntie and Uncle Travis.", he prayed. Yesterday and today he has repeated after me some very simple prayers, blessings before meals, but this is the biggest prayer by far! When I took him to bed and tucked him in, I said, "Let's say prayers! Dear Jesus...", and his little eyes lit up as he began to repeat, "Dear Jesus..." It just hit me so powerfully: he's not just a baby, a small helpless child. He is a soul.