We have a nightly routine with our kiddos at bedtime: we read, everyone says their prayers, either Amber or I then rocks Savannah to sleep, while the other tucks Eli into his bed. Tonight I got to rock Savannah and it was one of those night I'll cherish forever.

As we walked into her room, she almost leapt from my arms to get a book from her book shelf. It was the little pink bible that Eli insisted on getting her when she was born, so she would be "able to learn about Jesus." Usually we sing a few songs as we rock, and then Savannah goes down for the count in her crib. Tonight she didn't want to sing, but wanted to read her bible. The only problem was that her light was turned off so she would go to bed. I asked her if she wanted me to tell her about Jesus, and in that adorable Savannah voice, she said, "ya."

I began to whisper in her ear the story of God's love for her, his creating of the world, our rebellion against him, the love of God for us through his son, the sacrifice on the cross by Christ, and how one day the world will be made right, once and for all. I whispered to Savannah that God loves her more than daddy, and that daddy love's her more than life itself.

I then placed her in the crib, and as I pat her back, I prayed that God would awaken her heart to his love and call Savannah to himself. I prayed for my little girl's future, for her future husband, for her future life devoted to Jesus more than anyone else. It was one of the most precious moments of my life as a parent.

I love you Savannah.......