So tonight, I’m putting Alex to bed and we’re praying for people. We pray for Mommy (which involves a hug and a kiss—ooh, my favorite part of the day), for Daddy and Juweeanna, and then for the baby in Mommy’s tummy. “Mommy,” he says, “after this baby I want another baby.”
“Another one? Why don’t we wait till we have this one, and then figure that out?” I said.
“I want another baby after this baby. And then,” Alex says decisively, “I think we’ll have enough babies.”
