So I am laying in bed and can hear the pitter patter of my son and the stirrings of my daughter. I roll over and pat my husband’s back.
"Let’s say prayers", I was enthused to hear the response more than anything.
"Do you want me to say it?", says the voice from between the pillows.
"Sure," my distinct tone of delight was clear.
"Ok……Dear Heavenly Connecticut……..Mummble…Thank thee for… Connecticut.I finally figured how to include this tid bit into the bloggy!