More Samtalk

Last week I worked out for the first time since Charlie was born. That night, when I got up to feed Charlie, my legs collapsed underneath me because they had turned to jello from my workout. Luckily, I was not yet holding Charlie, and I caught myself on the bed. While sharing this story with Peter, Sam said "Mommy, I hope you don't fall down on the bed and break yourself because you are my favorite Mommy."

In church on Sunday, I was kneeling and praying after communion, and Sam asked what I was doing. I told him this was the time during church where he needed to fold his hands and pray for something in his head instead of out loud. He folded his hands and squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds. When he opened them, I asked what he prayed for. He responded in a quiet whisper with a smile on his face: "Balloons."