When I was a kid, I prayed a lot. I prayed to be rich. I prayed to be famous. I prayed I would have a baby brother.
My prayers were finally answered when I was in 8th grade.
Missi and I came home from school one day to find my mom overjoyed. She told us she was going to have a baby! YAY!!!! We jumped up and down like you wouldn't believe. A baby.
Nathan was born March 1st, 1988. Missi and I loved him so. We fought constantly over holding him. We even fought about who would change his diapers.
Often times, throughout this year, I wondered what we would have done without that crazy little brother of ours. Mark would have had to quit his job and give up his insurance. I would have had to raise their children full-time. Honestly, Missi and Mark probably would have lost their house.
Thank God for our Nathan. Thank God for answered prayers.