In a season where I feel like I am failing miserably at so many things, a season that can best be described by the phrase treading water, this silly girl, my Lucy is praying for me.
So although nineteen hours probably will never happen (but given the opportunity, you better believe that I could probably come close), my sweet daughter knows that she has a God that listens and answers prayers.
Lucy knows that He is the God of infinitely more than we could ever dare to ask or hope.
I am one blessed mom to have this girl praying for me.
Who knows? Maybe I will have my own Rip Van Winkle kind of night (and day...)
This girl who is obsessed with making dealzzzz on my ridiculously awesome retro iPhone handset, wearing one of her dad's Warby Parker home try-on glasses. I am obsessed with her adorable Snugars headband. Like obsessed to the point of giving her THE LOOK when she wears it to school. THE LOOK that means you better come home with that on your head or WE WILL HAVE WORDS look. You know that look don't you? I thought so.