The Mrs. and I are really trying to help our little princesses get off on the right foot. We made a promise to each other that as soon as Lydia was able to go out into crowds, we'd find us a church and all five us would go on a regular basis. As a "pre-church" learning experience, we have taken up saying the blessing before every meal. We even do it out in public. Growing up I always felt weird doing it at a restaurant but with my own children, it just seems perfectly natural.
So tonight we were all sitting around the table getting ready to eat "unhealthy menu #3a" which also means "Let's get some burgers from Sonic". We unwrap the burgers and of course the kids start to dig in before momma or myself sit down. And of course, when Daddy sits down on his seat (currently a step stool), they know to put their food down and hold their little hands together and bow their heads.
"Daddy, let's say a special bwessing" Emma suggests.
My heart just swelled with pride thinking that Emma wanted to say a special prayer thanking God for Lydia or something really sweet like that.
I cut a quick smile to momma and we both look back at her as proud as peacocks. The reason she wanted to say a special blessing was because the night that Lydia was born, daddy said a special blessing for a safe delivery. I didn't get to see that delivery but that's a whole other story.
I looked down at my beautiful daughter and said "Sure Emma! Daddy can say a special blessing. What do you want me to say?"
"Say the Dora blessing, Daddy" She said.
"I'm not sure I know that one baby" I replied.
Without missing a beat, she giggled "OK Dadddddddddddddy - say the Spider Man one."
We giggled all the way through dinner tonight.
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