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Remember last week when I told y’all about how I was the only one who ever had a problem with the coffee table? Well, I can officially take that back now.

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Sunday was a full day. We went to church and then over to the park where we spent the afternoon cooking out, playing games and hunting Easter eggs with family. By the time we came home, we were all exhausted.

It didn’t take long for us to decide to watch television and relax on the couch.  About midway through our Psych marathon, Kiera hopped up from the couch.  I’m still uncertain what happened.

One moment, she was heading to Aaron and the next she was crumpled in a heap on the floor, clutching her leg. “Owwww… owwww… OWWWWW!!!!!” She wailed.

“Honey, what happened?” Aaron asked from his recliner as I asked, “Are you ok?” from my position on the couch.

Kiera, my non-dramatic child, began to inch across the floor to Aaron as she continued to hold her leg. “OWWW… MY LEG!”

Now, I know I said she is my non-dramatic child… that was said with sarcasm. Just in case you didn’t pick up on that. And when she is tired… well… when she is tired, she can get what we call… melty.

“Did you hit your leg on the coffee table?” I asked.

“YES!!” She exclaimed, finally making it to Aaron’s recliner.

“Oh, baby! I know that hurt!” I responded, wincing in sympathy. “Come here.”

Kiera continued to whine at the bottom of Aaron’s recliner. “Baby. Come here.” Aaron stated, holding out his hand to her.

“I can’t!” She exclaimed. “It hurts!”

“I know it does, baby. But we can’t do anything when you’re in the floor.” Aaron responded with a smile, trying to cajole her out of her mood.

“Yes, you can!” Kiera responded vehemently.

Aaron continued to smile at her. “What?” He asked.

“Get off your butt!” She exclaimed, half laughing and half whining.

We couldn’t help but laugh. If she had meant it, I promise we wouldn’t have laughed.

After we finished chuckling, she crawled onto her Daddy’s lap and requested we continue our Psych marathon.

She might be a tiny bit clumsy, and sometimes she can be over dramatic, but this child has a heart of gold.

Monday night, as I tucked her into bed, I asked, “Do you want to say the prayer or do you want to share it?”

“I’ll say it.” She quickly responded.

I bowed my head and listened as she thanked God for our day, thanked Him for Aaron and I and asked Him for a good day tomorrow.

Then she continued, “God, please help us raise money for Jump Rope for Heart. Be with our police, firefighters, ambleance (she was referring to our EMT’s), and all those that help our community.”

My heart melted as I listened to her.

“In Jesus name, Amen.” She said closing out her prayer.

I leaned over and kissed her before pulling the covers up over her shoulders. “I love you, my sweet girl.”

I love this little girl… now, if only she and I can outlast the coffee table.

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Rowonna McNeely works with her husband, Aaron, at Willie’s T’s in the Art Department, regularly volunteers in the community, and has her hands full with her daughter, Kiera, along with two dogs and one cat.

Rowonna is a graduate of May High School (Go Tigers!) and grew up on a dairy farm. She enjoys reading, creating, swimming, and planning events. She’s also a bit of a klutz.

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