In the wee hours of the morning on Saturday, Blaine awoke crying. I went into his room to find out what was the matter. He frantically said, "Momma, you need to pray for me." Confused and in a tired stupor, I managed to mutter out a two-sentence prayer. Immediately after the 'Amen' Blaine was snoozing again.
Now isn't that just the cutest?
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