"Anaya, would you please open the door for me?" I implored, trying to maneuver the double stroller through the gym doors.
Anaya bounded ahead, leaned all of her slight body against the glass door and managed to open it and hold it open while I pushed the boys through.
"Wow, Mommy, it's a good thing you have me, isn't it?" she remarked as the door closed. "You wouldn't have had anyone to be a helper with all of these jobs if you didn't have me."
"Yes, of course," I responded. "Good thing I have you!"
She grinned. "I guess that's why God sent me to you."