My seven-year-old son had begged for a sibling for almost three years.
Every birthday.
Every Christmas.
Every random Tuesday when he apparently decided persistence might finally wear us down.
“When am I getting a baby?”
Sometimes Ben asked over breakfast.
Sometimes from the back seat of the car.
Once, while I was paying for groceries, he asked loudly enough for the cashier to hear:… Continue Reading ⬇️