Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Gabriel and I always have our most interesting discussion right before he falls asleep, directly proceeding book reading and prayer time. It's also called.... stalling. :)
Today Gabe took my hand and started fiddling with my wedding rings.
Gabe: Mom, can I wear these real quick pleeeeease?
Me: Okay, just for a second.
Gabe: How come you have two rings and Daddy only has one?
Me: Welp, this one with the big (big being a relative term people) diamond is from when Daddy asked me to be his wife, and this one is from the day we got married.
Gabe: And you gave Daddy his ring when you got married?
Gabe: So when I find a wife I will have to give her two rings and she will only give me one?
Gabe: Well, that's just not a good deal Mom.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
This is a guest post from Gabe's Dad, Justin.... I think you're going to like it.
Ok, so I ask Gabe if he wants a Mohawk for his haircut. To which he replies, "No Dad, I want the U!"
I asked, "Why do you want the U?" To which he said, "because I like the Hurricanes!".
So after wiping the tear from my eye, I graciously obliged him! I love you son!