Tears came, but I restrained them. I wanted to collapse upon his body and thank him for taking Esau and me when no one else would. I wanted to assure him I knew how to work and that it had saved my life. I wanted to boast that I had a son coming, a boy of my own—I hoped you’d be a boy, I wanted you to be a boy—and that his name would be Isaac. Instead, I held my peace and bowed my head.
