Breakfast Eyes.

Saturday mornings is girl time. The boys always manage to sleep late. Despite my dreams of one day remembering what it feels like to sleep past 8:00 am, I cherish this time with my baby girl.

I make our favorite breakfast of scrambled eggs, sliced fruit and toast while she plays under my feet with aprons and measuring cups. She always seems to know the exact moment breakfast is ready and heads to the table politely “asking” to get up into her highchair. I settle into my seat and without fail she waits for me with her little hands folded. She is waiting to pray. As I bow my head and say a prayer for us I will often open one eye to peak at her. Is she eating or playing? No, she is watching me. The end of the prayer comes and she reaches her hands to the sky declaring “AMEN!”

She impresses me with her commitment to prayer. But if I am honest, the way she watches me is a bit intimidating.

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