Sometimes It's The Simplest of Things...

...that trigger the deepest thoughts.




Like last night when we were getting ready for dinner.

I asked Lia, rather nonchalantly, to get her plate from the drawer and set it at her spot on the table.

And with an "O-tay, Mommy," she did it.

And it struck me that a year ago not only had she never spoken a word of English, she had never heard a word of English. And now she hears a few words, knows exactly what they mean, and acts accordingly.

I just find it amazing.

And that's not all.

After she retrieved her plate from the drawer and was on her way to the table she lifted it up to Scott and said, "Daddy, I got pwate!" knowing he would be pleased.

That was not lost on me either.

As she set her plate on the table, it represented her place there...in the family. Her family.

And at dinner, Lia prays. Always. Even if it's not her night, she waits until the initial prayer is finished and then says "My pray!" And does she ever.

Last night, she started with her ususal "JE-SUSH....and then rattled off every one's name at the table...Ki-chael, Lar-Lar, Line, Ayee, Mommy, and Daddy," thanking her Je-sush for each of them.

And every day, we thank Him for her and the ability to watch her grow and learn and know the One who has had His hand on her from the beginning long before we were ever a part of her life.

Also, last night we began teaching her the first set of catechism questions:

Yes He did little one. By Him and for Him you were made and it is our prayer that as you grow in wisdom and in stature, that you grow even more in the grace and knowledge of Him as well, that you may experience the delight of your heavenly Father as you do your earthly one.

From language development to dinner-time theology it is all just simply amazing.