H and K, when we eat dinner, y’all frequently have prayer fights.

The last week or two has been unusually contentious.

By that I mean you girls fight about who is going to pray first.

You make ugly faces at each other while the other is praying.

And you interrupt each other.

Ya’ll even say “Amen” to finish the other’s prayer so you can start yours.

And no, if you are asking. No I can’t get anyone at the table to close their eyes during all of this.

We laugh through all of it though – and y’all are as beautiful as a desert rose.

I love you.

-Dad