He Doesn’t Forget Her

Can someone tell me how my oldest son is somehow almost three years old? As November lurks just around the corner, I am awash with memories. I can’t believe it. I’m sure I’ll have posts of dedication to his awesomeness over on the family blog throughout the month along with posts of awesomeness about my youngest son who will be (OMG!) one just a week later. But right now, I need to talk about some things.

Anyway, I’ve mentioned it before that we do a normal everyone-knows-it kind of prayer every night after we read books. Then he does a series of “thank yous” for whatever he happened to be thankful for that day. We used to prompt him on what to say (mommy, daddy) but rarely do we have to give him anything to say anymore. In fact, he would go on for hours if we let him. He names everyone in the family. He names everything he did that day. He names all of his friends. He sometimes starts naming all of his trains. Seriously. It’s adorable until his younger brother decides that, OMG! It’s bedtime! Right! Now! And then I have to push the “Amen” out a littl more quickly than the older would really like.

All the same, sometimes he forgets people. Or things. And after he says Amen, he remembers! And he says “OH OH OH!” Sometimes this is a reason to stall. Sometimes he legitimately forgot someone because he is beyond exhausted and is running on fumes. All the same, it makes me smile.

The other night it was his sister. “OH OH OH! Thank you for my sister. Amen.”

OH OH OH. Thank you for my family.