It was a heavy week. Sometimes, it seems like the hardest thing in the world is getting out of bed in the morning to face it all again. On Wednesday, I told Ethan we needed to do something fun. We went for ice cream. The sun was shining and as I licked my cone with my youngest child, I remembered the blessings of my life: his pink tongue, the sun on his hair, his eyes grinning back at me, his mint-chocolate-chip "I love you's. This simple moment was the greatest blessing of my week. Halfway through his cone Ethan looked up and asked,
"Mom, you know that song about Jesus?"
I said, "Uh-huh," even though I didn't.
Then he sighed and said wistfully, "I love His beautiful plan."
Me too, love. Me too.