Ken and I talking as we are watching C count his rocks he collected yesterday. I was watching in awe, his thick, dark eyelashes, two little freckles by his left eye, his skin tanned and his hair a night full of mess. I said, “Do you ever just look at them and wonder how we made them? How they are who they are?” C kept putting his rocks into his pouch and said, “We came from Heaven. And then we popped out of your belly.” He was so serious and so right. The blessing of being a Mommy.