from the mouth of babe
"Mama, you're a good worker!"
That's what Harvey said to me this morning when we were sitting in the office. I was sewing Zion's bunny and Harvey was working on a "sweater" made out of scraps of cloth and every single ribbon we own. "Mama, you're a good worker." I don't know why it came to him to say such a thing, but it was like he spoke directly to my soul. Tears started to well up there in the back of my eye sockets. It was like he was answering the secret prayer of my heart:
Her children arise and call her blessed. (proverbs 31:28)
I am feeling very emotional today. I also have an unquenchable desire to get my hair dreaded, but I'm going to wait to make a decision until after my period is over.
Here are some non-angelic things Harvey's said recently, to balance out this post:
"I don't like it when you talk to me, Mama. Only when you set up a show."
"Zion bonked his head on the ground. He just fell down on his own - I didn't push him."
"I made the gun for me and you for share, Zion!"