We snuggled with our boys after their baths. Ben read a Bible story and we bowed our heads to pray. I diligently asked God to bless our nightly prayer list of family and friends.
"But Mommy!" our five-year-old quickly piped in, "You forgot someone!"
"Oh? Who's that?" I asked.
"You need to pray for Uncle Matt 'cause he's away in Hamsterdam!"