Blessed Tacos

We ate as a family of four last night. As I told Rob, it was the first time that he have eaten when Ellie was awake that one of us wasn't holding her!

Drew enjoyed his dinner, especially the part where we held hands and prayed. About every 3 minutes he would hold out his hands and we would stop and pray again (I mean really, can you say no to a boy who wants to pray?). We might have prayed for the tortilla, the meat, the cheese, and the lettuce all in different prayers. :)

Those were some blessed tacos.

And I am one blessed mama.