As I was trudging up the stairs last night, anxious to crawl into my bed, I heard the voice of a 7 year old quietly say, "Mom?" At this hour of the night, when he should have been asleep at least an hour ago, I am not overjoyed to hear my name called. His answer makes me feel guilty for my earlier annoyance. "Mom, when it's quiet like this and I'm laying in my bed, I can feel the Spirit. When I feel the Spirit, it always makes me think of my family. When I think about our family, I always think of you first."
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This is one of the sweetest things I've ever read. :)
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