Well I’m ashamed to say that I will often hear my sweet children say things that I PROMISE myself not to forget, and yet the rub is that if you have sweet (and small) children, you will most certainly forget no matter what you do. They have a real knack for distracting you from retaining anything in your short term memory. I lose too many gems from my memory in a day, and I’d give anything to be able to bottle it all, or at least retain it long enough to blog about it. Ah, I digress.<\/p>\n
Today however, there was a little gem that I DID manage to remember. It gave me a warm fuzzy that will no doubt linger long after today. We were on our way to the library in the van when Quinn and I had the following conversation:<\/p>\n
Q- Mom,
\nMe- Yes Quinn
\nQ- Are our hearts God’s night lights?
\nMe- Wow, what a neat thing to say. Did you learn that at school?
\nQ- No.
\nMe-Did you hear someone say that?
\nQ- No. I just thought it up in my head.
\nMe-Well that is really awesome. What made you think of that?
\nQ- Well, at school in English class we sing this song every morning and it says “with glowing hearts, we see thee rise” and so I thought it meant that our hearts were God’s night lights
\nMe (Stunned) – Well Quinn, I think you are onto something there, and I completely agree with you that our hearts ARE in FACT God’s night lights.<\/p>\n
There’s patriotism through a child’s eyes for you.<\/p>\n
On that note, it is late and I bid you all a peaceful sleep. May God’s night lights cast upon you the warm fuzzy they will now forever give me.<\/p>\n
Good Night,
\nNik<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Well I’m ashamed to say that I will often hear my sweet children say things that I PROMISE myself not to forget, and yet the rub is that if you have sweet (and small) children, you will most certainly forget … Continue reading