The Sky Has Chickenpox

While out running errands today, my five-year-old says to his big sister, "Look A, those clouds look funny. Looks like the sky has chickenpox."

My Sunshine

My five-year-old son often asks me to sing "You Are My Sunshine" to him. Last night, after singing it while he climbed the ladder to his bunk bed, he sang it back to me, and these were his words:

You are my Mommy,
my only Mommy.
You make me happy
when skies are gray
You'll never know, dear,
how much I love you.
Please don't take
my Mommy away.

What a beautiful life. Thank you, Jesus.