whoa, nelly.

I know, two blog posts in two days. I could write every minute of the day if it weren't for this cute little blonde obsessed with tea parties.

Today's bedtime routine was the same as every other day: bye-bye toys, a story (read twice), songs, prayers, bed. But this afternoon prayer time was different. Usually I say the prayer, thanking Jesus for the super-fun playdate or picnic with our friends, or whatever else we did that day. But today she interjected some ideas and I couldn't gather myself enough to say another word.

Me: "Dear Jesus, thank you..."

Emily: "...for Daddy. And work. And his friends..."

Every morning Emily asks if Daddy is home, and I say he's at work. The other day she looked a little sad at my response so I tried explaining how Daddy going to work it means Mommy gets to stay home and play with Emily. Also, we make treats for his staff every week and talk about how they're for his 'friends' at work. I figure it's a good lesson in sharing and self-sacrifice, as giving up a plate-full of homemade treats every week is a pretty big deal whether you're 2 or 29(ish).

She continued, "...and Bailey, and Brystol, and helping."

I nearly lost it. Helping? Are you serious? She's 2. Helping.

Then this smile came over her face: "And arms, and leggies, and tummies and doctor. And eyes, and mouth, and hair, and hands."

She had this sincerity in her voice, as though she genuinely realized her eyes, mouth and hair were blessings. When all I could do was smile, she reached out her arms to give me a squeeze. (The best squeeze, where she holds you as tight as she can and says, "squeeeeeeze!")

If there's one thing I want my prego-brain to remember about today, it's that having a child around reminded me that the small things in life are a blessing. (That includes you, peanut.)