I have a confession.
I can’t keep my eyes closed when we bless our meals.
I know, it’s terrible! I’m supposed to be setting an example! But a few weeks ago, Bo started singing along to our blessing [Mary Bullock’s nightly pick: Johnny Appleseed], and the sight of his eyes squeezed shut, chiming in every third word, is just too sweet to miss.
It’s not that I’m not thankful for the sun and the rain and the apple seed, but I’m equally thankful for the singing
and these babies who sing.
And so I thank the Lord.