K, we ate a Pop and Gammies this last weekend for dinner.

Baily and Chloe were in town so we spent most of Saturday hanging out with them.

We did all the usual and they even came to church with us on Sunday.

The best part of the weekend though was this.

You asked to say that prayer over dinner.

Pop grilled steak.

You recited your usual list of thank you’s for this and that, etc…

But then at the end, you go:

And please help us not to get food poisoning tonight. Amen.

You basically ended the prayer with the punchline of a joke!

We all just died laughing.

You sweet little kookaburra.

I love you.

-Dad

K, do you know the best part of taking my little kitties to church on Sunday?

Well, the best part is just getting to be with them, with you.

Although sometimes you won’t sit by me and it makes me mad. 🤣

The second best part of it is the notes and drawings collected when we finish.

You do good work.

And I hope all this is getting in your heart too.

I love you.

-Dad

K, you apparently dropped an Easter truth bomb on your class this last week.

Before your kindergarten Easter egg hunt you announced to your class the finality of it all.

I picture you deadpan, just like I would say it:

Y’all better enjoy this today – because this is it! There are no Easter egg hunts in first grade. Isn’t that right Mrs Huerta?

She had to agree. 🤣

I love you.

-Dad