Blessings Abound

I repeatedly talk about how blessed I am. And of course it's true. Tonight there are no pictures. And no audio. You'll thank me when you finish reading. Sharing this may be a form of blogger suicide or fall under countless uncouth categories. I'll take that chance.

Lily is almost 2 years old. That means she repeats everything. She's a chatter box. Talking all the time now. Words, two word combinations, and non words alike. She is a sponge. It's a fun time. Of the many words she knows she is more than eager to bless us after a sneeze. "BESSY" (her version of "bless you") she yells with a smile and the knowledge of knowing she saying something nice. And it's not restricted to just humans. When our dog, Shayna sneezes, she too is promptly blessed.

Well apparently sneezes are not the only things Lily deems worthy of blessing. Last week, when cleaning up the kitchen while Julianne was getting Lily ready for bed, one of life's naturally occurring bodily functions came upon me. As no one was around and errantly thinking our home was much larger than it is, I surrendered to its call and let it pass. Seconds later, running down the hall toward me with an ear to ear grin, Lily looked up at me and proudly pronounced, "BESSY. BESSY."

Oh, and as long as I'm publicly humiliating myself, I recently found out burps also get the same blessings. Indeed, blessings of ALL kinds abound here in our home.