Hand in hand, Jory and I walk out of the Target in Culver City, the Old one not the new one or the mall Target. He happily carried the bag and was chatting away about something. I looked at him in disbelief and adoration. Out of all the kids God could have given me He blessed me with this wonderfully funny, intelligent, loving, considerate, boys boy that I call Jory.
How much does God love me that He blessed me with this little boy? Since the moment He began this thing we call “time” He knew Jory would be mine and I would be his. And I thank Him for giving me not what I wanted, which was a girl after having three nephews, but what I needed, a baby boy.
Once upon a time, when I was a little girl playing house at Redeemer, I always wanted a son first so he could be a big brother and look out for his younger siblings. I definitely got that in spades.
As we walked in the moonlight and he tried to convince me that he needed Burger King for dinner, I thought I am truly, madly deeply in love with this little person.
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