Last night I snuck away into the bedroom to read for a bit. Riley came in to say goodnight and snuggled under the covers with me for a moment. We decided to say her prayers right there, rather than wait to go into her room.
My dreams will be happy and joyful.
I am loved.
I am healthy, loving and wise.
God helps me know what to do.
Tomorrow will be a wonderful day.
Thank you God.
We talked about her “happy thoughts” from the day, as I stroked her hair.
There were many happy thoughts.
When she got done listing them, she nestled her head down deeper into my shoulder, sighed, and said,
“I love you.”
In ten years it was the first time she ever said it first.