Every morning you and I (and Dada on the weekends) read a devotional at breakfast. It's been a treasured time. Yesterday, I forgot to read. You reminded me, "book."
Today, you pulled the devotional off the table and read it while sitting on the kitchen floor.
"Moah!" (More)
I pray you always have a hunger and desire to read His word. Proud of you.
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