As we were eating dinner tonight, Josh shoveled in his food, commenting that he had to make sure he got to eat between all the prayers. Tate's latest and greatest skill he has acquired is folding his arms for prayers. Now that he knows we fold our arms for prayer, we pray a lot more often. Sometimes 15 or 20 times in a meal and randomly throughout the day. My gratitude for many things I had not previously thought of being grateful for has increased as I look for more things to pray about. My favorite part is the resounding amen, and if you pray to long he will try to cut you off with it. It's a good thing he eats so much food, that way I can actually eat all mine between the prayers. I love my little man!
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