When my oldest son was a baby there was a stuffed angel I would place in his crib as I laid him down to sleep. If you were to squeeze the angel’s belly, it would speak this prayer in the soft, innocent voice of a child. Through the years, it was a prayer I often…Read more »
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I need to begin with a bit of background. It will be brief to condense what could easily become a rather long, emotional rabbit trail, but it will help to set the scene. The year Shay entered Grade One and Koby started Kindergarten was a tough one. We had moved three times in under a…Read more »