A few weeks ago, LeRoy and I were having a conversation at the dinner table about where we should go to celebrate our upcoming wedding anniversary.
Israel got on her knees, making herself taller, and leaned in. "I know where you should go!" We turned to her. And then with all the enthusiasm and beautiful innocence that this 8-year old exhibits, she said, "You should go to Oklahoma!"
Wha? (Oh my Sweet Darlin... whatever made her think of Oklahoma?)