Tonight, Sawyer wanted to say her bedtime prayers all by herself. When I went in to tuck her in and say good night, she yelled, at the top of her lungs, at me to stop and wait. Then she serenely sat on her bed, closed her eyes, put her hands together (I have no idea who taught her to do that) and said her prayers perfectly and quietly. It was a beautiful image and a moment I will always remember.
When she was done, she screamed at me again, that I could come in now.
She is killing me.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "now what?"