Quite independently, very much on their own, the boys have each begun praying for their “new daddy.”
“Mommy, when will he find us?”
“Mommy, did you pray for him today?”
“Mommy, you know I miss my real daddy, right? You know that, right? But I know there will be a new one. I just know it.”
One of my sons is exceedingly concerned that the ‘new daddy’ will speak only Spanish.
They have a growing list, a vision of him, of which I am recording every word. But not on the blog. Some things are too sacred to post.
“Mommy, he will love you so much. I know he will.”
“Let’s pray for him again. Right now, Mommy.”
Robb and I had prayed together for the spouses of our children, for our someday daughters-in-law. I continue to pray for those lovely, lucky ladies.
As I have prayed for their future spouses, never did I imagine I would listen to my children pray for mine.