H and K, your box art is strong.
Very good stuff.
See, at some point an empty cardboard box ends up in the house.
Sometimes it is from something we ordered. Often it is just a box we got to throw give-away items in.
Before mom and I know what is going on, markers and pens and sometimes crayons are strewn about and you two are in the floor creating something new.
You are artists in the making, I believe.
Maybe we all are, if given the time?
I love you.
-Dad
K, you have been doing the best prayer lately.
See, I usually pray, and then I ask each of you girls if you would like to pray (before mom and I sing our songs).
H, you do a standard prayer of a seven to ten-year-old, going on 12.
K, when I ask you if you want to pray, it’s always quiet for a second and then I just hear your sweet little voice begin to sing:
Let me hear you sing
Sing it together, louder than ever
Forget everything, just sing
Like it’s what we’ve been missin’
And they’re gonna listen, listen
Forget everything, just sing
You think you’ve gotta hide it
Don’t keep it on the shelf
Let your waist start moving
Watch the way I do it, do it
See me do it like nobody else
If we sing it all together (if we sing it all as one)
It’s louder than yourself (all together, everyone)
Everybody’s lookin’ (see you lookin’ now)
Watch the way we do it, do it (hold up, watchin’ how I do it)
‘Cause we do it like nobody else
Let me hear you sing, don’t you stop it, don’t you fight it
Let me hear you sing, if you got it, can’t deny it
Let me hear you, it’s waiting for you
Already, you know that you do it like nobody else…
You told me a few nights ago that you didn’t really say a prayer during this time. You just sang a song when it was your turn.
I tried to explain to you that there is often not a large difference in the two.
I think that God knows our hearts.
And I think that if your heart is in the right place, you can definitely sing a song about music and dancing as a prayer.
I love you.
-Dad
K, I have loved picking you and H up from school the last few weeks.
You are learning all sorts of things – and you often tell me about some of them once I get you in the car.
Last week was a great example.
You decorated a pumpkin that day and were talking about it was we started home.
A second later you announced:
A pumpkin is a type of squash.
H, refused to believe it, but you insisted it was true.
Soon y’all were howling at me to look it up.
You were right! (And so happy that you were proved correct.)
I just love your little truth bombs.
I love you.
-Dad