Every night before we say our prayers (we do EVERYTHING before we say our prayers, apparently my kids have A LOT to be thankful for and the thank you for-stage could go on for hours,) we talk about our dreams.
Emma(2) LOVES to be in charge of this exercise. “What you dweam about Momma?” I try to make up something as silly as possible to get a good laugh out of them (hard to believe, I’m sure.) Emma will then say “Sissy, wha‘ you dweam about?” Aubrey’s(4) answers usually have to do with mermaids and junk food. Hey, that’s just who she is! Emma’s usually involve going to the beach with Shuggie (my mom) and Pop Pete’s waffles (Zeb’s dad makes homemade waffles in fun farm animal shapes, sometimes I dream about them too.)
This morning the girls came climbing in the bed with me to snuggle. (Of course before the sun came up…)
Emma said in the sweetest little voice, “Momma, wet’s calk about our dweams…”
Me: Oh baby, you are SO sweet!
Aubrey: HEY! I’m even sweeter than her! Her doesn’t even listen to you!
Well said, Aubrey. Well said.