{3.31.17}
{written on 3.31.17} I don't want to forget last night. It will always be a sweet memory. Ava was exhausted. She snuggled her blankie, sang one song and was out. Just Em and I were awake... cuddling, chatting, saying prayers, and singing songs. She had her cute popsicle pjs on and was laying on her ice cream printed sheets. Their pink starry night light was shooting stars across the whole ceiling. Then it happened, she explained it all to me and said she wanted to do it. So we held hands, bowed our heads and she prayed a prayer to ask God to come into her heart and love her, forgive, and be near to her, always. Earlier this year, at the IF Gathering I wrote down the two people I wanted to share God with, Emma and Ava. For the months prior to the IF Gathering's weekend retreat (and lets be real, maybe since they were in the womb) I have spent quite a bit of time praying about this. Not just a quick passing prayer, but a big, heartfelt, focused prayer....