Maybe about a week and a half-ish PT Ethan asked me if he could "write something."
He and his cousins had been into making lists of everyone they knew, so I figured that was what he wanted to do.
I gave him my legal pad I'd been using for inventory and a pencil and he sat down at the kitchen island and lost himself in thought.
I busied myself around the house, until he asked (without looking up), "Mom....how do you spell 'tornado'?"
I actually had to swallow hard and tell my stomach to stop flipping over before I could answer him.
He wrote for about 20 minutes, pausing every now and then to ask me how to spell something, then walked over to me with the big yellow pad and asked me to read it out loud.
(I wish I had picture-posting-capabilities right now...because his beautiful childish handwriting captures his story so much better then the computer....but hopefully that will come in time, too.)
Here is what he wrote:
I was in a car when the tornado happened.
I was in my Uncle Franks car.
The tornado broke my house it was really scary!
Something blew and hit the glass and the glass hit me on the head.
I mis my house but I got a new one and i like it and im glad that everybodys safe.
Today I got a beautiful message from a dear friend of mine on facebook. She shared a verse that had been on her heart to give to me.
Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord,
thoughts of peace and not of evil,
to give you a future and a hope.
Aren't both of these beautiful?
So different (but not so different) from each other....but so touchingly wonderfully beautiful?
Man.......
I know I've said it before, but I think it bears repeating.
I am unbelievably blessed.
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