I was so grouchy today. I have no idea why. Maybe it’s the bad air? Everyone’s talking about the air. It’s pretty gross.
I went to a new yoga studio tonight and made a friend there. She told me she works for a chiropractor and promised he could give me a free exam. I kind of think my chiropractor is not working. For almost a year now, both girls pray for my back every time they get a chance to give a prayer.
On Sunday Mary’s prayer went like this: “Thank-you for mommy’s back to feel better, thank-you for Daddy to have a good day at work, thank-you for Lydia not to be mean to me, and thank-you for me not to be cross-eyed.”
Abe and I had a hard time not bursting out into laughter at the last grateful plea to not be cross-eyed. The other items on her prayer list are standard, but I guess she does not want to go through surgery again. I can’t imagine God wouldn’t hear and answer her sweet little prayer.