About thirty-eight years ago, I was very pregnant with my seventh child. I had been grocery shopping with my three-year-old son, Eddy. When I arrived home, I got Eddy out of the car, unloaded two armfuls of groceries, and stopped to look up at the sky. It was one of those beautiful spring blue skies with not a cloud in sight. I said to Eddy, “Look at that beautiful blue sky. Isn’t that just one of the prettiest skies you have ever seen?”I then went over to open the door to the house. I was really loaded down with the groceries and a very fat belly. Got the door open and was holding it open for Eddy. I waited and waited and he did not come, so I turned around to see what he was doing. He was standing there just gazing up at the beautiful blue sky. Suddenly I heard him say, “You did a good job, God.” And indeed he had!