I know I’m not the most talented cook in the world, but I do make a mean sandwich.
You name it, I can make it… hot pastrami, French dip, turkey and avocado, salami with the works…
But don’t ask my son about the salami sandwiches.
Because apparently he won’t agree that they’re any good.
The other night when we were saying bedtime prayers together, this is what he said:
I’m joining in with Rocks in My Dryer’s Works-for-Me-Wednesday, because saying bedtime prayers with my kids is something that works for me.
Just like when they write on their whiteboards, it gives me a glimpse into their hearts.
And I love being able to hear what they’re thinking, or hoping for.
Even if it’s just that they don’t want me to make them salami sandwiches anymore. :)