“I like you in your underpants…” I say with a giggle to Cody who has entered my room with exuberance wearing only his new underpants.
He giggles at my compliment, receiving exactly what he was hoping for.
“I love you too,” he says as he runs down the hallway laughing wildly and running with his blanket trailing behind.
Four years ago the ultrasound technician smiled broadly and announced the swirling baby within me was a girl. I remember two feelings in that moment: the wet gel circulating on my belly and the deafening silence of Chris. Both of us had reserved ourselves with the knowing we would produce only boys. We had nothing to base this on except a likely subconscious preference. I, never feeling like I knew how to have great girl friendships and thus figured I’d be a better mother of boys. Chris, well girls talk and are dramatic, it would be all around easier for all involved if our children were male. And yet, God has a way of mixing it up…