I have a horrible memory.  Michelle and I will be talking and she references something we did when we were dating, and even after hearing about it I can’t remember it actually happening.  But there are moments every once in a while that get seared on my brain, and one of them happened tonight.  Ayla and I were laying on Isaiah’s new bed waiting for him to finish brushing his teeth, and I asked her if she wanted to sing a song.  She’s pretty much always up for that, and she picked Jesus Loves Me (that and Twinkle, Twinkle are the favorites).  So I laid there singing quietly and looking at my daughter while she belted out Jesus Loves me in broken English at the top of her lungs.  She was so happy, and that picture is burned into my forgetful mind for good.