Night, night my 4 year old

Today, Cole turned 4! We had a big party on Saturday to celebrate, but today, on his actual birthday, we went to church and spent the rest of the day just the four of us. We had our traditional lunch and playtime at Chuck E Cheese and later Shayne took the boys to the driving range. So, needless to say, after two days of partying, Cole was exhausted. He fell asleep early on the couch and as I put him in his bed at bedtime I took the opportunity to hold him and think back to this very night four years ago. He was the first baby we'd had in our hospital room, as Travis was premature and had to be kept in the NICU. So I remember distinctly holding Cole as he slept on his original "birthday." So tonight as I held him in his big boy bed, thinking he was asleep, I whispered a prayer... "Dear God, please help me help him grow up to be a good man who loves you." And my four-year-old rolled over and said, "And don't forget also a football player!"