Yes, I know it's crooked. I kind of liked it that way. You didn't? Oh, okay, fine. Here you go, you linear thinker you:
Better? Good. So there was a little bit of ritualistic behavior happening here, and it looked a lot like this:
And the ritual reminded me of my ongoing spiritual conundrum, and then I had an idea. For every rock, I would say a prayer. A prayer of thanks. And there were many, many rocks:
And thus, there were many, many prayers. And he never ran out of rocks, and I never ran out of thanks. And then there was one big rock, and first it got a baptism of sorts:
And then it was tossed into the stream like a giant wishing stone, and I gave my biggest thanks of all for a giant wish and dream and prayer come true:
At my sonogram on Friday, the technician told me it looks like we're having a daughter. And my beautiful boy will have the sisty he always says he wants. We are so blessed, and so grateful!