Yesterday, Anadine and I were on our way to soccer practice and she strikes up a conversation that melted my heart. Here's how it went...
A: Mommy, why is Miles's daddy your brother? (Miles is her cousin who lives in DC - they adore each other)
Me: Well, Uncle Jim and I have the same mommy and daddy. We grew up in the same house. Then Uncle Jim became a grown up and had a little boy and a little girl. I grew up and had a little girl - you!
A: And a little boy?
Me: Well, no, unless you count Willie (our dog)
A: But what if you had a little baby and he was a boy?
Me: Then he would be your brother (*feeling a little weepy)
A: Well, I think we should have a baby boy so I can have a brother
Me: Well, that would be wonderful. We'll just have to pray to God and ask him to send us a baby
A: (*puts hands together) Dear God, please give us a baby that's a boy tomorrow. Amen
I just about lost my composure then. It was the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Our conversation continued about how we have to say prayers every day and we may not get what we want exactly when we want it. I explained that I had to pray for God to send her to me for a long time and then finally He answered my prayers. It wasn't exactly when I wanted it to happen, but it was also perfect when it did.
I have this feeling that God will listen to Anadine, more than anyone else. Most people do! ha! She has always had this weird and special connection to God. Ever since she was very tiny, she spoke about God as if He were her best friend. I have no doubt that they became very close as she was waiting to be delivered to me. She is, after all, a miracle made by Him.