When my wife now deceased and I were young, much younger. We had 3 kids. A perfect deal. We had two sons and a little tiny girl. Our world was perfect.
Then almost 10 years after our last child was born, my wife was now in her mid 30's she got pregnant again.
I was shocked but happy. God had decided to enrich our lives. My wife was scared but steady.
All I could think was fantastic I get another son. For some reason it was fixed in my and that it would be another son. After all I had my baby girl and she was perfect, all sweet and blonde natural curls, always scrambling onto my knee.
Then Satan sent his whisperers, my wife's girl friends.
Your too old, too dangerous for you, you have enough kids. Don't ruin your life. I had no idea about this for awhile. My wife was pushing them, till one day I walked in on the discussion unannounced. The shit hit the fan.
I told them all to get the fuck out of my house and never come back.
My wife was devastated, and I was wild.
I told all of them very clearly, that I would not allow anyone to murder my child. That I had no fear absolutely that God would provide a way.
That there would always be room at my table for another child.
Including their children if need be, then I threw her friends out and never saw them again. They never returned.
Anyways it was a tough road for awhile. I did not get my son, God decided to humble me a bit on that too.
But I did get another beautiful little tiny blonde girl.
I just came from her house. I teased my youngest granddaughter by warming my cold hands on her cheeks, and threw a snowball at my grandson who was wandering around in his ginch and tee shirt in the kitchen.
So thank you God.
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