Yesterday, the kids were playing in the basement and suddenly Ammon and I noticed it had been quiet for a while. Usually, this means that they’re up to something well, less than favorable. So, Ammon tip-toed downstairs to sneak a peek. What he found was one of those warms your heart, rewarding types of moments that you wish happened a little more often in parenthood. Tasha and Kevin were behind the couch, arms folded, heads bowed and eyes closed. Kevin was saying a prayer for the baby doll who evidently was quite sick.
A small thing though it may be, it brings me such joy to see our children living what we have taught them, especially in this confusing, crazy world.