Let me tell you the two things that absolutely melt my heart.
Ella loves to sing and has really started to pick up the music we sing during praise and worship at church. She’s been doing so good in big church and I can tell that she is listening. On Wednesday nights she goes to adult choir practice with my parents and sometimes she even runs up on stage with them during the Sunday worship service when she recognizes a song. I love to hear her singing about Jesus. One of her favorite songs to sing is Mighty to Save by Hillsong, which she calls “Garan’s song” because she first heard it in adult choir practice.
A few weeks ago, I bought and downloaded that song along with a few others she would recognize from church and from the radio. She knows every word to the chorus and even serenaded us tonight in O’Charley’s. Sometimes, she’ll sing Mommy, she can move the mountains. My GOD is mighty to save, mighty to save. It makes me laugh, but my standard response is Yes, ma’am. She sure can.
As sweet as that is, it doesn’t compare with I love yous. Since Josh & I got married we’ve always said I love you more. We don’t get all gushy-mushy and have a competition or anything, even when it’s one-sided, we often say I love you more. I’m guessing Ella has picked up on it because she says it a lot now, too. Nothing is better than telling her you love her and having her respond with I love you more, Mommy. Nothing.
Sometimes, I say No, Ella, I love you more. Her standard response? We can both love each other more.
Two mores.
