She wasn’t named after Our Lady for nothing.

A few months ago, I hung a toddler rosary over Cutie’s bed.  I figured since she wasn’t old enough to use it yet, it would serve to decorate her space.  Then  yesterday, just after I put her down for her nap, I heard a lot of banging and knocking coming from her room.  I peeked in the room and found her pulling down the rosary.  I hung it back on the wall and laid her back down.  

When I went to check on her a few hours later, she was still sleeping, with the rosary clutched in her chubby little hand.  I of course ran for the camera, but when I got back, she was wide awake.  I took a picture anyways of course.

That night when I put her down for bed, she grabbed her rosary and went right to sleep.  Same thing at nap time this morning.  

I’ve always thought she was a special baby–I wonder what plans God has in store for her?