Last night I prayed that Lucy and I would have good hearts, hearts that loved God and loved others well.
When it was her turn, she prayed "Help mama's nose a' be good, her butt..."
This morning, I asked if she had any dreams. "Yes," she replied seriously. "I dream 'bout GIANTS." Her voice got squeaky-high. "Liiiiitle-bity, tiny giants."
When it was her turn, she prayed "Help mama's nose a' be good, her butt..."
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This morning, I asked if she had any dreams. "Yes," she replied seriously. "I dream 'bout GIANTS." Her voice got squeaky-high. "Liiiiitle-bity, tiny giants."
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