Twinkle, Twinkle

Tucker and my mom were looking at the stars as she put him in his carseat to go home at the end of a fun night with Grandma and Poppa.

t: "Look, Namma! Stahs!"

g: "You're right, Tuck. Lots of stars up there. Who made those?"

t: "Mommy."

g: "No, not Mommy. God. God made them."

t: "Oh, yes. God. Big God."

g: "Yep. Our Big God made the stars."

Thanks, God,

for the stars,

for Tucker's understanding of them,

for being Big,

for Grandma,

and her willingness to talk about your creation with my little boy.