What it feels like to know you're special

Elena was playing with two friends the other day, and in the scuffling, she got knocked down.

"Be careful!" she said,  (rather indignantly, I was told). "I'm special!  Jesus made me."

Today is going to be a good day.  I'll pick up Elena at seven at her mommy's school, then we'll play and do crafts at my house, then pick up her equally special big brother after school.

"Who's your favorite person?" she recently asked Nathan who, without missing a beat, said, "You!"