There are special moments in motherhood that just make your heart so full it wants to burst. Two nights ago, as I was very tiredly changing a diaper and encouraging the children to hurry and get in bed, Pablo came to me and started talking. Pablo has a very interesting manner when it comes to communication and sometimes you really have to focus to get what he is saying. Because of this I just started saying the usual, "Uh, huh," over my shoulder as he sweetly told me that he was reading the Bible every night in bed. Only a fraction of my brain was running at the time and so I said, ""That is wonderful and a very good thing to do. I'm very proud of you for making that kind of a choice." But it hadn't really sunk in what my little 7 year old had just told me. Tonight as I did my last round of checking on kids and putting extra blankets on them, Pablo once again told me that he had read his Bible when he got in bed. I think, because I wasn't changing a diaper on a screaming Sweet Terror this time, that my small piece of working brain kind of caught on to what I was hearing. I almost said, "That's great," but stopped and took interest. "Really? And what did you read about tonight?" He proceeded to tell me that he has been reading all about how God made the world but then he had to stop because he got to the big words that say Chapter 3 and he can't read Chapter 3 until tomorrow. WHAT??? My 7 year old is reading the bible of his own sweet accord?!? He isn't talking about a children's version here, this is the big Kahuna, the unabridged, no pictures, King James version, Holy Bible. There are no words to express..... Humble. I feel very humbled and know that I need to continue with my own personal scripture reading... Happy. How could I not feel happy that he is putting aside his beloved Garfield comics for one of the hardest books to read of all time?.... Proud? No. No pride this time. This is all coming from him. I don't know how long it will last but my heart beats hard tonight and I'm smiling.