An Open Book

I picked up the book of prayers.

Upon discovering that my 21 month old daughter had graced the pages with her presence by means of a fluorescent pink felt-tip pen, my first reaction was to be angry.

I counted to 10 and reminded myself that I could still read the prayers.

I even managed to congratulate her on her choice of reading.

Then I chuckled when I realised she had scribbled across the first page of the chapter, “Prayers for Places of Education.”

What better place to start.

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