Little Jordan’s Prayer
Jordan, our third child, was an absolute doll. He was cuddly, bright, charming, and could worm his way into just about anyone's heart. To see him was to love him.
One of the things I remember took place around our dinner table. It was a place of a lot of festivity and talking. We would ask about each other's day, about the best part of their day, Kerry would ask questions about US History, the Gospel, give them math problems, etc.
But, each meal began with a prayer - asking the Lord's blessing on the food and showing our gratitude for it.
One day, it was Jordan's turn to say the blessing on the food. Like many little children are prone to do, he folded his arms on the table, plopped his head down on them, and proceeded to pray. The problem was that his mouth and voice were pointed toward the floor.
No one could hear or understand anything.
At the end of it, he raised his head up and looked around. I had one eye open, so I knew the prayer was over. Everyone said "Amen" except me.
I told him, "Jordan, I'm not going to say amen because I didn't hear a word you said."
He looked at me and said, "I wasn't talking to you!"
Jordan. You gotta love him...
Such a happy little feller...