This weekend Josh was on call, and he was called a lot. We went out Friday night with his co-worker to celebrate the completion of their annual inspection (it went VERY well). He ended up going back in around 9pm and got home about 5am. Then got called back in at noon, home around 2ish, back in at 3:30. I got a message from him around 5:30 saying he finally called of on the stuff he was waiting for (it is very typical to go up there and just wait for a while on the stuff he needs.) and it turns out the crossmatch was canceled around 2 and she "forgot to call". Argh. SO...he came home and ate dinner and then had to head back around 8pm.
After bathtime, playtime and quiettime, it was finally prayer time. Brenna decided she wanted to sleep in her star shirt because Daddy had worn his to work that night. She then asked me if she could wear her star shirt to church if Daddy wasn't home in the morning. I, of course, said we'll see.
Brenna deviated from her standard prayer and said...
"Dear God, Thank you for this day and our house and let Daddy get home safely."
What mother would cry over THAT!!!
What Should Have Happened
2 months ago
1 comment:
How very sweet, Damma
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