Was in kitchen. Scott had just arrived home and had changed out of his work clothes. 8PM or so. We were just trying to find a common ground regarding our different types of days, and the very different kind of work we both do each day as sleep-deprived parents.

I, for one, have been cooped in the house all day/week caring for a very sick little three year old (battling high fever since Sunday and horrible snotty cold…poor Macie!) and 4 mo baby (with first fever) who wouldn’t stop crying. Like all day.

Worries for a loved one about to have surgery and also for my son (about to perform his college scholarship audition) pulsated through as undertones to my current conversation. As we talked…
“There’s pork loin in the crock pot. Did you grab the buns?”
“Yep. Thanks. It smells good. I picked up that vaporizer. Let’s get it out and put together.”

Suddenly we hear a little voice coming from living room:

“…Holy Mary, Mother of God, Pray for us sinners…Now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou, among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary…”

It was seriously flawless. Went on for three more prayers.
My five year old, McKenna. Admittedly, I have never taught her this prayer. She could tell things had quieted in the kitchen (as we were both awestruck) and came running in to show us her plastic, yellow rosary.

“I learned this at school! It’s a rosary. I’m praying!!”

“McKenna, sweetie, you are doing so great! You could not have picked a better night to pray the rosary.”

“Yeah, Mom! (holding up yellow plastic rosary in my face) I’m praying for you to lose your worries.”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! God bless this little child. I held her so tight in my arms and tears streamed down and Scott made fun of me in a loving way.