when I think about him growing in the same womb as Henry, I’m so happy. I had a dream one night that Henry left a message for him in my wife’s womb. And it was in a little picture frame, complete with a little nail; Henry nailed it into her uterus. And I couldn’t read it—it wasn’t for me to read—but I knew that our new baby saw that, and I woke up and it made me feel happy.
