Jacob just turned six March 12. Looking out the window at the rain this morning, he reflected on wishes and sisters.
“Yep,” I said, barely opening my eyes. It was 6:15 a.m.
“If wishes came true and Anna wished she didn’t have a brother and I wasn’t here, you would look all over the house and not find me,” Jacob said.
“Then what?” I asked.
“You would make a wish.”
“You know I would, Jacob.”