Bedtime

The Fries are sitting on the floor in a small circle.

"Large Fry," I said, "what are you thankful for tonight?"

"That Daddy got to go on his trip to tell the other kids about Jesus."


...


Why, yes.  I did find it very hard to swallow around the huge lump in my throat.

"Go ahead and pray for that, honey," I managed to choke out.

"Dear God, thank you for Daddy.  Thank you that he gets to go help the kids.  Thank you that he gets to tell them about you.  Amen."

*sniff*