Fragility.

He prayed over his Daddy and his Uncle Gary.  

As Green Light said his morning prayer, he knelt in the kitchen floor this morning all crunched down in fetal position as to fit on his pillow so that his knees didn't graze the cold, hardwood floor.  

It was sweet in my ears.  

I thanked him.

I congratulated him on his thoughtful-all-by-himself-preschool-prayer.

I firmly believe his prayer of faith just minutes prior to an icy accident saved their lives. 

Heavenly Father, thank you for sparing my husband.  

Don't blink in this life.

Life is oh so fragile.