Yesterday morning, before the sun came up, in strolled a bleary-eyed, bed-headed Mikey D.
He held out his empty little hands and handed over the blankie.
Mikey: "I'm done."
Mom: "With what?"
Mikey: "With my thumb and with blankie. Take it."
Mom: "Way to go Mike! Why today? Did something happen?"
Mikey: "No, because I said I'm done. So I am."
Pretty impressive for a 7 year old.
I enjoy a man with integrity!
because their eyes were heavy." ~Matthew 26:41b, 43
In His Dust,