Parental Highs

Our first parental high came in March last year and I'd love to share it with you as a belated Christmas gift. We found Judas at the computer "writing a song," he said. It turned out to be more of a poem and you have to get on his level to figure out what it says, but it is lovely. He is 8, and I'm all pumped that he cares enough about his subject to write about it.

i love you o god

you rain a bov us like horts

you kame as a baby in aminjr

you are ssso hole and so pawf

we are youer on hole shep

just wosh os and we shal ba as witht as sno

you mad my and avre thing and

avre thing that wos and is no more

il tri my bast to o ba you you mad the stors

and the planots and the havons and the rth

we love you

He asked me a few months ago if he will still go to heaven if he has broken one of the ten commandments, and of course I took the opportunity to explain about grace and how we become acceptable to God though Jesus. I can't say that I got it all right, or explained it perfectly, but that was one of my greatest highlights of being a parent so far.

Just found out I can load up a clip, but can't add a pic. FUNNY!