Another First

This was so sweet, Clint and I both welled up a bit. Two nights (1/27) ago would be the actual date of the memory, but I didn't have a chance to blog it up till just now.

The first night Gracie prayed out loud. This took us by surprise actually, we had sat down to supper and told her to put her food down and close her eyes. This usually comes with a bit of a struggle, as she doesn't want to put the food down, or just be generally contrary, we've found.

But last night and the night before, she put her fork down, clasped her hands and before Clint or I could begin, in a sweet, clear voice - prayed. And she did a beautiful job. Didn't pray for the food, but thanked the Lord for the things that had happened that day and for Mommy, Daddy and Miss Stacey. And Annie.

I will never forget her voice. Or the way it feels to hear your child pray.