Okay, I'm partial, I'm the Mama, but still, I have one smart kid! Last night on the way to AWANA, Luke (as usual) was telling me how much he loves me. (awwww, doesn't that sound sweet and sappy? It gets even more so....)
We usually banter back and forth "I love you more." "No, I love YOU more!" and so on. Well, before we could even start that last night, Luke told me, "I love you, Mama. I love you even more. I love you the mostest!" Thinking I'd try and get thru to him that you cannot surpass the love of someone who carried you for nine months while you played hockey, basketball, football, and practiced gymnastics, then puts up with all kinds of stuff 24-hours a day all without complaining (okay, SOMETIMES without complaining!), I asked him, "Luke, who cooks your food?" "Daddies and mamas." "Luke, who makes sure you have clean clothes?" "Daddies and mamas." "And who gives you hugs and kisses whenever you're scared?" "Daddies and mamas." "Okay, Luke, who do you think loves you the most?"
Without missing a beat, "God!"
Well, I was going to try and write about our Christmas program Sunday night but haven't had time. Maybe tonight. Maybe not.