Sean loves to hear the story of how he came to be, how his mama and daddy wanted a baby so badly and how we prayed and waited and prayed and waited and prayed…. and then after five years, gave up.
I tell him that one day I just said “Okay God, you win. Have it your way” and that shortly thereafter I found out that I was going to be a mama and that it was the most marvelous thing that ever happened to me.
The other night before bedtime, as I was lying in bed with Sean reading books, he turned to me and whispered that he had been praying that God would put another baby in my tummy so that he could have someone to ride bikes with.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he should ask God to leave the baby on the doorstep instead.