I just couldn’t continue praying.  Words didn’t matter any more.  There was nothing that could be said, except, “Thanks.”

This came after our normal Bible time with Samuel.  Every night before Sammy’s bedtime, all three of us get together on the couch.  I read a chapter of Scripture and then we go around and repeat one thing that stood out to us as we listened to God’s Word.  (There’s the extra caveat that you have to remember something unique—so if it’s already been said, you better have something else!)  We go from youngest to oldest, with me as the reader last.  Samuel is always very happy to point to the picture of Jesus on the wall; Renée and I then discuss the things we remember.

Afterwards, we often sing a song or two, but then we always pray.  We thank the Lord for the blessings of the day and pray through our struggles.  We lift up our friends and family and trust God with our issues.  It’s a very relaxing and peaceful time to lay our burdens before the King and acknowledge His place in our lives.

Normally, Samuel sits still on my lap with his blanket over him while I pray.  But tonight, for whatever reason, he wanted to sit next to Mom.  I’m only a moment into our prayer—head slightly bowed, eyes closed—when I suddenly feel a pair of little lips upon mine.  I open my eyes and see Sammy smiling at me, only an inch from my face.  I thank him and we continue praying.  I keep one eye open and see him lean over and give Momma a kiss.  She thanks him too, and we continue praying, eyes closed.  (At least, Renée and I had our eyes closed.)

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my cheek push me in—and my lips meet my wonderful wife’s.  Sammy had also pushed in her face to mine!  We both giggled a little bit and pulled apart, only to be immediately pushed back together by Sammy, who had a huge smile on his face.  Again, we embrace then pull apart…

…only to be brought together by Sammy yet again!

This continued for several more kisses, and then we stopped praying with a hearty, “Amen”.  It was so sweet to have our little boy kiss us, but it was even sweeter to see him delight in Renée and I kissing.  So, we did indeed say, “Thanks,” both to our little cutie-pie, and to our own Dad.