No, I haven't recovered from a recent bout of constipation! Ashton was on the potty doing her business the other day when I began to hear singing coming from the bathroom. The words went something like this:
I love you God.
I'll follow you every way you go.
I'm just a little girl, but I can still praise you.
And so on. I listened for quite some time and then she got to the bridge which went something like this:
And now I need my mom to help me wipe.
I'll sing some more in a minute.
I asked her why she loved God. As she ran across the yard to play some more she yelled, "because I really, really do!" God help me to come to you as a little child. No matter where I am...