As a father, I was proud that my boys liked to pray. Following in his father's footsteps, Easton was eager to pray this evening. Once everyone was at the table, I told him he could go ahead and say the blessing. In our house, the first person who is ready for dinner and sits down at the table can say the prayer. In that quiet moment, he prayed, “The law bless this food, thank you for dying on da tross, I love you, omen” which translated to “The Lord bless this food, thank you for dying on the cross, I love you, Amen” . .” Sparkling in that moment of that precious prayer, I felt an overwhelming burning sensation. A simple blessing on our food from my dear son became a majestic episode. Hearing my little son's words to Almighty God in heaven made me cry. Hearing my beloved son thank my beloved God for His selfless sacrifice humbled me like never before. Overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude for the sacrifice of God's one and only son, because my children and myself were too much to embrace, tears flooded my