"Dear Gee-Suss"

Laying in bed last night trying to coax my daughter to sleep, we were finally still enough to say our prayers. Nighttime prayers have always been a "you say them mommy!" sort of thing. And so I have, naming practically every soul we know. But last night, she said, "you say them first." And so, for the first time ever... my 4-year-old lifted her sleepy little voice to God in prayer. (Well, not exactly the first time, but I'm not counting mealtime stuff.) It went something like this...

Dear Gee-Suss (ya gotta hear a small voice say it that way!!):
Please take care of nana & pawpaw when they fly home from Alaska. I hope Amber (their dog) isn't too lonely. I'm sorry that Gray's horses weren't home tonight to eat the apple. But I ate it for them and it was really good. I'm sorry that his swingset was taken down because he's moving. Do you know where it is now? Help my babydoll (which she forgot at their house) to sleep good at Gray's. In Gee-Suss name, aww man. :)

We're still working on the Amen part. After so many days of horrible behavior out of her, hearing these tender words come from her heart was just what mine needed. There's always light at the end of the tunnel.