Last Wednesday all my best parenting tactics were completely ineffective. I raised my voice so often that Stella kept tentatively asking, "Momma mad?" Bedtime (finally) rolled around and as we went to say our family prayer, without prompting Anton crossed his pudgy arms high on his chest (looking extremely proud, I might add). A tender mercy--something must be going right and I can always try again tomorrow.
And while I'm on the topic, can I petition for your prayers? A few weeks ago Jason's mom got the dreaded news that her cancer is back and trying to take over her body. Libby put it best, those Hansen women always do, when she said, "I cannot describe the sorrow that hovers over us." The cancer is incurable but hope is not lost, we are praying the radiation treatments will work and that Cindy's body will remain strong so that she do the things she loves and be surrounded by the people who love her (and oh, there are many).