I have two incredible little boys. I live for these boys. They are the air I breathe. They give me the strength and energy to keep going when I am exhausted from physical and mental battles. They also give me hope for the future, for humanity. Hope is a good thing. We have a nighttime/bedtime routine. They get their showers, they get ready for bed, we always do a family hug - all four of us, then we read to them. We have been working on reading the bible to them, so they hear a little at a time. I then put the bible back on the dresser and turn off the light. I always tell them I love them, I am proud of them and I hope they sleep good. To which they reply, I love you, and you sleep good too. Tonight before turning off the light Ivan jumped out of bed and said, "I am so excited about the pizza party tomorrow and getting to wear our pajamas to school." I said it sounded like fun, 'pizza party, pajamas, movie and friends.' He then walked over to a shelf in his room and pulled out a Ziploc bag with coins in it. I asked him what he was doing and told him he needed to get back in bed and he said he needed to take these to school tomorrow. I asked him why and he said, 'well what if some kids couldn't bring in money for the pizza party? they will be sad if they don't get pizza, I want them to have pizza too.' I love this boys heart. I told him that sometimes I will send in extra money just in case somebody else can't contribute, not always, but sometimes. I love that my sweet little boy, at six years old....thought about others going without and wanted to do something about that - all on his own. He has grasped a concept that some adults I know still don't understand.
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