My four year old's prayer began as usual, but tonight he added something new to be thankful for.
"Dear Jesus, thank you for Mommy's hair".
This is my hair-obsessed son praying. He is most happy when he is playing with my hair. When he was a toddler and in speech therapy, we had to monitor how many words he was speaking. I recall being overjoyed when he made this request at Walmart: "Mommy, I want to play with your hair." Eight words, I happily reported to the speech therapist. Now, two or so years later, he sees Mommy's hair as a gift from Jesus.
Said child is now sneaking downstairs for the third time since I put him to bed 37 minutes ago.
Thank you, Jesus, for this child.