nine

"Thank you God, for giving me nine awesome years..." His half-man voice prays in the stillness of his birthday morn.

Earlier this week, my broad shouldered son sat working on his school. As he wrote, he was unconsciously singing to himself, and the words that passed his lips pierced his mama's very soul...
"As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord..."
Oh, Father, let it be so...