January 2, what day was that? I don’t even remember. I don’t even care. I was sitting there and Cole comes up to me with his hands together in front of his face, in prayer:
“I want you a baby.”
What? He was praying to God for me. I just cannot tell you how in love I am with this little man. This little man who has a heart of gold. He didn’t pray for cars, or toys, or a brother or sister for him. He prayed for me. For me!