Ryan sometimes likes to say grace. He demands that our hands be folded and our eyes shut. Monday night he started the prayer, and it went something like this:
Thank you (mumble, mumble)
(words we couldn't understand)
(another inaudible sentence)
Amen (or as he sometimes says "the end")
Pat and I glanced at each other with giant smiles on our faces. We are so proud of our little boy for saying grace, but also couldn't help but giggle at the fact that no one except for God was probably able to understand it.
It's in those small moments that I find such great joy.