It was Ruthie’s special day, not Owen’s.
She was getting ready to make her First Communion. However, Owen, stood by and watched intently as I paraded, Ruthie, around capturing several photos. When I was convinced I had enough photos for the time being, I handed the camera over to Ruthie to place on the kitchen table. I began to turn toward the bathroom to focus on myself for a moment. That is when I heard Owen.
He stood at the end of the hall with praying hands and began to smile.
Before I could say anything, Ruthie, responded.
“No, Owen, we don’t need any pictures of you praying…”
That is when I piped in.
“If he wants pictures of himself praying, by all means take them…”
I certainly did not want to discourage him from using his praying hands. In fact, I was thinking he should use them a little more often…
Actually, we should all use them a little more often.
All right. You didn’t actually expect the angelic sweetness to persist did you?
I mean, a guy can only be good for so long. And apparently…
he has an eye on you.
Only At My House,