Evelyn was extremely sweet tonight. After supper we hung an old painting in her room that her Great Grandfather Mosley painted of her Great Uncle Malachi looking through a bicycle tire as a boy. I then dressed her in her jammies and she, her father & I read Goodnight Moon (by Margaret Wise Brown, pictures by Clement Hurd — for whatever reason, we always include this when reading aloud the title to her, she laughs every time) twice. Her father then went to tend to Michael and she and I gave her a bottle of milk and she and I laid down on the daybed. I began to say the Lord’s Prayer with her and she folded her hands, but then decided to raise them toward heaven instead. I said Amen and she replied Achoo (her version) and she sat up in bed and raised both hands toward heaven and looked upwards with her bright eyes wide open, smiling widely all the while. I asked her if she wanted to sing and I sang the Old Hundreth and the Gloria Patri. Evelyn alternated from upraising her hands and folding them, smiling happily all the while. I called her father in to see this joyful sight and then she and I both reclined and she went quickly to sleep. What an amazing little person!
