several times this week, in fact. She wore her tiara and everything. And, no, I was not at Disneyland. I was at my very own breakfast table, and with the exception of the toast’s crust, we even ate the same thing.
When she waltzed into the room, I was tempted to laugh and to ask why she was wearing her crown, but then I thought, “Why wouldn’t she be?”
A similar thing happened when she blessed our meal. Her prayers usually go a little something like this:
“Thank you, God, for mama, daddy, brother and me.”
She prays other things, but that list is always included. All of it. The first time I heard her say “and me,” I grinned. In that, “kids say the cutest things” way. Then I thought about what she had said, and I smiled.
And I prayed….and continue to pray that she will always thank God for herself. That she will always see that He has made her special, that she is precious, that she is loved, that she’s a princess.
And I pray I’ll see myself that way, too.