"God, thank you for my little boys. And thank you for sunshine and rain, and for books and for friends. Amen. . . .Good night, guys."
"Good night, Mommy."
"Hey, Mommy?" says the little one.
"I wanted to pray for you too."
"Okay, sweet boy."
I sat beside him on his bottom bunk.
"Dear God, thank you for my food, and for my home, and thank you for my friends, and thank you for making my mommy. Amen."
An aside reason to teach my children to talk to God: They're learning to pray for me, too.