I am by no means good at having a quiet time everyday. Many days the extent of “me time” I get before 4pm is pressing BREW on the keurig. But eeeeeevery once in a while the boys will be playing quietly in the playroom and I will sneak over to the couch with my Bible and devotional book.
On this particular day, moments after I found a seat on the couch I was bombarded by cute little blonde boys who took my books and proceeded to read them for themselves.
Which was pretty much a spiritual experience of its own sort to watch.