In the midst of checking my e-mail with Lily by my side one morning. She drew me a picture. I asked her what it was a picture of.
Lily: "God made heaven in my heart. Jesus died on the cross."
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Our church had a potato drop a couple weeks ago on a Saturday. They dropped 40,000 lbs of sweet potatoes. We bagged and distributed them to area food banks and those in need. We went as a family. Lily and I didn't help a whole lot until lunch time, but it was a smelly fun time. The next morning this transpired:
Me: "Do you still smell that?"
Steve: "A little, but they cleaned up pretty well."
Lily: " I smell sweet potatoes!"
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Lily: "I love you, Mommy."
Me: "I love you, too."
Lily: "I'm so proud of you!"
Me: "Thank you."
Not sure what she was proud of, but that has become one of her recent phrases.
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I laid my forehead on my hands while she finished lunch today at the table.
Lily: "What's wrong, Mommy?"
Me: "Mommy's just a little tired."
Lily: "It's okay. You can lay your head here on the table (proceeds to move my hands and rub the back of my neck."
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I was laying in bed one morning not really wanting to get up. Lily was ready to go, so I took her night-time diaper off, told her to throw it away, go potty, and get dressed.
Lily: "This okay (holding up an outfit)?"
Me: "Yes."
Lily dresses herself and goes to play in her room. She comes back a few minutes later.
Lily: "I checks on you."
Pats my back and goes back to playing.