The Power of Prayer

The other night, Lindy was asked to give the blessing on the food. We were having breakfast burritos, not that it matters, but I just got thinking about the whole situation and remembered that I love breakfast burritos. We're probably having them tonight too. But I digress. There is nothing like a good burrito to get me off topic. Unless it is a sandwich, now a good sandwich I could talk about for hours. Maybe we'll have sandwiches for dinner. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Here is her prayer in it's entirety.

I'm going to write it like a letter because I started writing it as a gigantic run-on sentence, but it just seemed wrong, so here it is...Lindy's letter prayer (like how I use a gigantic run-on to say I'm not going to use a run-on? Nothing but the finest grammar here, people.).

"Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this day. Please bless Luke that he will grow up to be handsome. Please bless Hank that he will be handsome. Please bless me to always be cute. Please help us to, whenever we go somewhere, look our best and be cute.
Oh, and please bless the food... Amen."

So when you see us and notice how strikingly handsome and cute we all are, don't be surprised. It's just the power of prayer at work.

I think Lindy has cute down, even if she does kind of look like a pink gangsta. Instead of the bloods or the crypts her gang would be called the marshmallows or the powder puffs. Either way, she looks pretty tough and cute simultaneously, which I have heard is pretty hard to pull off.

And this one? He smiles now. Pretty handsome if you ask me.

And Hank. Well, take away the barbie shoes, the baby swing, and the pajamas at 4:25 in the afternoon, and this dude is pretty handsome too.

Oh, and please bless the food. Amen.