So Silas is 17 months (how the crap did that happen?), and the topic of our next child is a more common discussion these days. We are still undecided as to the route we are going to take for said child, but something dawned on me the other day. When an imaginary biological child comes to my mind, it is always a girl. I literally have no imagination for a biological son. And it makes sense, because I have a living, breathing, dreamboat of a baby who has far exceeded my wildest dreams and imagination for a son.
I do not know what the future holds for our family. I learned a long time ago that that part of our life is out of my control. What I do know is this....I already have the VERY best family. Anything else is just icing on an already delicious cake.