Religious education classes started this week. Joey is now in the first year of the First Communion class. I was reminded that he would need to memorize the "Our Father" along with a few other prayers. This had me in a bit of a panic. "I just don't see how Joey will be able to do it" I told Pete that night. Zach had no problem, but he was 2 years older, and that type of thing comes easy to him. Besides, Joey can't even pronounce several of the words in the prayer. "Don't worry about it" said Pete, "all the other first graders do it, so can Joey."
This morning Joey came downstairs and announced that he can do the "Our Father" now, because it just came to him while he was in bed. He then recited it, in it's entirety. You could have picked my jaw off the floor. He just kept saying it, over and over. A miracle I tell you! I swear God came to him and taught it, knowing I wouldn't have the patience for it. Either that, or he has actually been paying attention during Mass. Which is also a miracle.