Sunday was a lazy day. It was raining for what seemed like the tenth day in a row.
We came home from church and brunch. The girls had their baths and we put them to bed.
With the To-Do lists majorly caught up, Mom and I decided to take a break. We found a movie, among all the quietness, and Mom helped herself to a glass of wine and some slices of cheese to go with our Sunday Matinée.
At the end of our brief hiatus from reality Skylar comes down from her nap and sits on Mom’s lap, laying her little head on Mom’s shoulder. After a few minutes a sleepy Skylar sits up and squints her eyes at Mom, barely opening them enough to let the light in and says,
“Mom, you smell like the blood of Jesus”
Mom and I looked at each other and smiled. Maybe Mom communed too much?
Peace be with you Skylar!
How do you know what ‘the blood of Jesus’ smells like anyway?