ay-jus, ank-oo pah-ta

Lily and I were sitting on the couch this afternoon while she was eating a slice of leftover pizza. After a few bites, she asks for an "arnge" (orange), so I stood up and walked into the kitchen to grab her one. As I was peeling the orange, I hear her saying in her sweet little voice, "ay-jus, ank-oo pah-ta". And my heart melted. Because in Lily words, that's her saying "Thank you Jesus for the pizza". Just another beautiful reminder of how much our children learn from us. All of those little moments teaching her how to pray, they weren't wasted. None of my moments with her are. She is learning from what I do, what I say, and how I live. 

I am just feeling so overwhelmingly so thankful.  For his sweet little girl who prays for her reindeer and her friends and her daddy and mama and grandparents and aunt "Hay-ga" (Kara). For the way that she stands on the kneelers in mass and folds her hands to "pay" (pray). For the way that she hums and sings with all of the hymns, and the way that her beautiful smile shines for everyone we meet.  I am so thankful for her.