Here am I, Lord

I was awakened last night at 3 am by the sound of Wesley shouting. This never happens, so I raced to his room.

He was awake, smiling, and said, "Mommy, I got to pray."

I said, "What should we pray for?"

He said, "Thank you, God, for high hills. Thank you for Maxie and Ollie and mommy and daddy and Wesley."

Pause.

And then, "Mommy, please don't say amen."

It's possible that this will happen several nights in a row, and then I'll be obligated to have him raised by temple priests (I knew I had more in common with Hannah than just infertility!). More likely, though, Wesley has realized that praying is the ultimate request that gets mommy to linger with him at bedtime. Either way, it's dear. He really loves high hills.