the little man asks a lot of questions. during our last sleep over he wanted to talk to us about our baby. first, he wanted to know when we were going to find our baby. yes, he said find. his momma has done a very good job at telling him about the adoption journey we're on. and he's a smart little boy and comprehends so much more than i even realize. he asked why i couldn't grow a baby in tummy. then he remembered what his mom told him and proceeded to tell me why i couldn't grow a baby in tummy. that night he told he prays for us to find our baby. and that he was going to tell his mom when he got home to make a phone call and have a basket delivered to our door with a baby in it.
the next day, while i was getting ready for church, he sat on the toilet in my bathroom and asked more questions. he also wanted to know what i thought our baby would look like. and if i wanted a boy or a girl. he made sure to tell us that we would need toys for the baby. and that it may be a good idea to buy some toys before the baby comes. he said that i could ask someone that had a baby that isn't using their toys anymore if we could have their toys for our baby. he's a smart one i tell ya. he also told grandma leeann to buy us some toys too. toys equal a baby.
to be honest, i don't think i've thought so much about our baby then i did while talking to the little man. he was so innocently asking me so many questions, almost like he was making sure i still wanted this. and i do. so much, i do. we both do. i think it is easy to "forget" with all the hussle and bussle in our life. or maybe i try to forget because it seems easier to live day to day (even though i think about it at least once a day). gordon and i are happy. really, really happy. our life is great. but we want it to be greater. and our baby will come. and i may explode from all the greatness.
