Just so I don't forget

Last night at dinner, in the middle of the meal, Lillian stopped eating, reached out a hand to each of us and said "PWAY PWAY."
T said, "okay, kiddo, what do you want to pray for?"
L thought for a second and then shouted: "BABYYYYY! BABYYYY!" and poked in the vague direction of my belly (not hard to do these days since I am large and in charge).



Now, I know she doesn't have any idea what prayer is or what the reality of the baby growing is going to do to her little world, but GOOD GRIEF it was adorable.

I'm going to savor this moment so that in a few months, when she wants to give the baby back or throw him out the window, I have this memory to call upon.