"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward." - Psalm 127:3
This past week Cole and I shared a conversation that I am going to try and recall using his words as I don't want to ever forget his 3 year old mind. It started as we were in the car, on our way to buy a new baby gate to block off our upstairs. Nathaniel, a determined little man climbs right up them with no problem now. I was reminding Cole that we had to replace the gate because Isaac had broken the last one when "My tummy had a boo boo" (When I had my appendix out).
Cole, for some reason relates my tummy ever being sick to me having a baby inside. So he asked about that and I re-explained that it wasn't a baby making me sick, I had a boo boo and the doctor had to fix it.
Then, my sweet little boy goes on to say that he'd like mommy and daddy to "have two more babies, no just a one more, a girl one." So I listened as he went on to tell me "I saw a baby girl in mommy and daddy's bed yesterday". I asked "you did? what was she doing?" Cole says "She was laughing". I asked "what was her name?"
Cole: "I don't know"
Me: "What color was her hair?"
Cole: "brown like Nathan's"
Me: "What color were her eyes?"
Cole: "blue like all of us."
Me: "What were you doing with her?"
Cole: "tickling her, she was laughing."
That conversation was over, then two days later he brings it up again. Although I can't recall what started it this time. We were eating supper and Cole starts...
Cole: "just like I told you about the baby in mommy and daddy's bed yesterday (everything is yesterday to him) when we were in the car."
Me: "Yes, Cole, did she have a name?"
Cole: "Olivia"
Me: "Olivia?"
Cole: "Yes, she sleeps in bed with you every night, you tuck her in."
Me: "Oh, thank you, Cole. I would love that so much."
This kid just amazes me. I don't know how or why he told me this story, but I take it as God's promise that our baby girl is with us all the time. He used our 3 year old blessing to relay that to me and I'm so thankful for the gift he is to our lives'.
