One of my favorite things to do is to watch cooking shows- also known in my house as "cooking movies." Izzy will come in and sit with me, all cuddled up, and give her cute little opinions.
"I wike dis girl cause she makes chocolate chip cokies!"
"Oooo I wooooove strabewwies!"
Sometimes she will see something and ask me to make it, and I'm always a big fan of that. Today, however, we were watching a show, and the lady cooking was making chicken soup. She was very intently paying attention to every detail. Finally, she was finished, and as the show ended, Izzy looked at me with the biggest eyes.
"Maw Maw...will you help me make that for my daddy this night?"
We promptly went to the store and picked up what we needed. As we cooked the soup (and added grilled cheese sandwiches), she was so pleased. She was serving her daddy, and she didn't even realize what that meant.
At times...or most times in her short little life, I have fretted over her heart. She can be a tough kid to parent, but I am watching daily as I see God work on her heart. I think this one just might be okay...