Driving home from the carnival at Henry's school tonight, the first really cool, crisp evening of the fall season. Henry's cheeks were pink from the cold and he was tired from running around. It was one of those nights where everyone is happy and content, that good kind of sleepy where you want to go home and curl up under a blanket together,

"mommy, when you were a little girl, you didn't know you were going to have a Henry, did you?"

"no, I didn't"

"well, I knew before I was born that you were going to be my mommy and I was going to be your Henry."

"how did you know?"

"I just knew."

"I think I know what you mean, sweetpea."