The faith of a 3 year old

It has been forever since I posted. Life has been crazy! My sweet little Peanut has defiantly added to the craziness at our house. This post is going to be pretty detailed, it is mainly so I will have a record of what happened. On Sunday night, Peanut found part of a contact lens on the floor. I am not sure how old the contact was, or where it has been hiding, but Peanut found it. Since both her mother and father wear contacts, she has observed the ritual of putting them in. Peanut decided that this would be a great idea and proceeded to insert the contact into her eye. Since it was only part of a contact, and also very dried out, her eye began for sting instantly. She couldn't tell me exactly what she put in her eye, and i being the great mom I am, told her that it was an eyelash and she would be fine. After about ten or fifteen minutes of her still complaining and me not being able to find the source of her irritation, questioned her more thoroughly. This is when I discovered that she actually inserted something into her eye! Who does that? Of course that would be my daughter.
Mike was at work and it was now 9:00 pm. I was debating on taking her to the ER or waiting out the night. Peanut was in so much pain. I asked her what mommy could do to help. Her response was so simple and trusting. She told me that she wanted a blessing. I am so grateful that she has such a strong testimony and faith in the gospel that she knew a blessing would help. Since Mike was at work I called on our neighbors to come over and bless her. I am truly grateful to have the great neighbors I do. This is not the first time I have called on them to help our family. I am so thankful for the power of the priesthood. Peanut sat so well for the blessing, and was blessed that she would be okay. Immediately after she fell asleep, and rested until Mike got home. He was able to work his magic as a Father and remove the contact from her eye. It was only about a fourth or maybe a third of a contact. The edges were very ragged. The contact was soft when we removed it, but that was after it had been in her eye for 3 hours.
What a great example this little girl is to me. She was such a trooper and tried her hardest to be brave. I am so grateful that she is okay and that her eye stopped hurting immediately after Mike removed the contact. I let her lay next to me in bed that night. While we were lying there I asked her what happened that night. This is how the conversation went:
Mom, "What happened tonight?"
Peanut, "I put something in my eye, and it hurt really bad."
Mom, "What happened after that?"
Peanut, "Shannon said a prayer, Mommy prayed, and I got a blessing."
Mom, "What happened after everyone prayed for you?"
Peanut, "My eye got better, 'cause Heavenly Father loves me."
What else can I add to that testimony. It was not a fun night, but what a great learning and growing experience. Love you Peanut (and all the craziness you bring into our house)!!!!