his sweet, gentle heart.

i want to remember this night forever.  the night that i saw my sweet james' heart open wide.  the night that i knew we were doing something right raising him.

as of late, james has been two.  and i mean all of two.  and sometimes its hard to remember the funny, good times through all the tears.  {and believe me, it's not just him in tears.}

but on tuesday night, as james and i were rocking in his room together, i asked him if he wanted to say his prayers together.  and in his sweet, little voice he said, "yes, mommy."

so we start with our usuals.  God bless mommy.  God bless daddy.  God bless james.   and God bless drew.   

then i asked if there was anybody else we should pray for.  and he immediately says, "maggie!  and ria!".  see, maggie and maria are dear friends of ours who were his baby teachers at daycare, and are now drew's.  to say we are great friends is an understatement. 

i then again ask james if there was anybody else we should pray for.  then through the dark, he turns and looks at me and asks, "christian?" 

christian is maria's little boy, who is about a month older than drew.  james calls christian his little buddy.  and you better believe that everytime he sees maria, he asks right away where christian is.  james always has christian's back.

{que heart melting.}

so we finish our prayers with the sign of the cross, james' favorite part.  and he's getting quite good at it, too.  we always have a good exuberant aaaaaaaa-MEN at the end, too!  but that wasn't good enough. 

james wanted to do it all again. 

"me do it.  me do it myself."

and so he did.  everyone got doubly blessed tuesday night. 

my sweet boy, with his ever gentle heart.