The other night, I decided to read a story to the boys out of their children's Bible I bought them for Christmas. Timothy came out of his food hatch door to get a closer look at the pictures. Gabriel pressed himself against the bars of the cage, so as not to miss a single moment of storytime. After reading, I said a short prayer for them...not a feather rustled, and upon saying, "amen" at the end of the prayer, Timmy turned around and went back in his cage and onto his "night night' perch. Sweet moments like this can not be planned...they just happen...like the breath of a whisper.
