Thank God

I put the boys to bed by myself tonight because Jeff is working late. After hugs and kisses and brushing teeth I walked out of Brock's room and he yelled something after me. I couldn't understand him at first but when I went back in there I figured it out. He was laying on his back with his hands folded over his chest saying, "I fank (thank) God.... I fank God". Smart boy... he knew we have much to be thankful for tonight and he couldn't go to sleep without thanking God. Top of his list was Baby Luke... our good friends met their baby boy today at 5:22pm! Sweet Brock, I'm glad he remembers the important things.