Praise the Lord for Gigis and Papas and Grandmas and Papas!
Praise the Lord that they drive hundreds of miles to visit. Praise the Lord they don’t mind reading Peter Rabbit dozens of times. And that they don’t mind wiping gunk out of high chairs or similar gunk from faces and noses (See Sam in picture).
Praise the Lord they rock babies and play Wii and listen to long stories with no end (or point) and knock-knock jokes and imaginary dreams.
Praise the Lord they cook dinner and breakfast and then even sit down to our chaotic table with us.
Praise the Lord they live with us for WEEKS and love us and help us and support us.
