Friday, April 9, 2010
"Well Momma, at least we didn't lose Lulie's contact." Jane looks over to me and raises both arms, "What could be worse than that?!"
She walks across the room and leans down on the couch arm. "Momma?"
"I know, honey." She wriggles under my arm and leans in. I kiss her hair.
"Momma, you're bigger than what I did." She kisses my arm.
And as we sit cuddled together I understand why Jesus always forgives me. He's bigger than what I do.