A Prayer by Ever

We worked all day on the house and yard. Jim chopped down a bunch of trees, and we borrowed Derrick's truck so Jim could haul the stuff to the green dump. We went out to eat at a Mexican diner tonight and then treated ourselves to frozen yogurt.

Ever said our bedtime prayer. She half-screams her prayers these days, as if that helps Heavenly Father hear her. Here's how tonight's went, the best Jim and I can remember:

"Heavenly Father,

Help the baby not to push on Mommy's belly.

Help me not to have to go potty in the middle of the night, so I can sleep through the night.

Thank you we could have a good Mommy/Daddy/Ever dinner date.

Thank you that I have a phone.

Please bless that I can still get sugary yogurt after the baby is born."

She asked, "What else?" and Jim prompted her to close. I know we're missing some of it, but that's the highlight reel, in any event.