Pretty much EVERY evening this is how the nightly routine goes for The B Man.
First the P.J.s go on (every other night this happens after a bath with baby brother), then there is a little playing of trains.
After that Daddy usually arrives home from work and there is much hugging and kissing.
Next, he and Daddy play a train game on the computer for a few minutes, in which the main goal is to “crash” the train.
Then it’s usually about time to go read a book with Daddy. Can anyone venture a guess as to what the book is probably about? (Hint: It starts with a ‘T”)
So, where do I come in? Oh, I get the last and very best part. Prayers. It’s so cute to pray with my son and I love this time with him right before he drifts off to sleep.
He just left to go read with Daddy a few minutes ago and as he walked away he asked, “But will Mommy come and say my prayers and Father?”
(a.k.a. “Our Father…” or “The Lord’s Prayer.”)
These are the times I will always remember and treasure. One of my prayers? Thank God for my sweet little boys…