P is out of town this weekend, so I am playing the role of single mom, a role I am very thankful to only play temporarily. Tonight, I was putting the boys to bed, and right after reading a book, my phone rang. It was a call I HAD to take, so I told the boys I would be right back and ran downstairs to answer it.

When I came back up, I found the boys cuddled under a blanket reading stories out of their Bible to each other. C was pointing out pictures that he knew and A was telling the stories to C that matched with the pictures. Scenes like this don't happen too often in our house. It's much more likely that I will walk in on them wrestling or playing tackle football. To see them share such a quiet, loving moment together...it absolutely melted my heart. I think the image of them sitting like that has been laser-engraved onto my heart and I pray that I will never forget it.