Brady and I usually stop at the park after we drop off Abby and Isaac at school each morning. He likes to make me pizza and ice cream (also known as tan bark and sand). This morning, as I sat on the play structure steps waiting for him to finish his daily 'cooking' activity, I heard him say
mommy, look at this. I turned around and saw this:
I'm not entirely sure that he fully understands the meaning of the cross. He is, after all, only three years old. But he knows it's an important symbol.
And I'm thankful that he decided to show it to me, because it's always good to be reminded of that sacrifice, especially as a new week full of possibility begins.
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