Cheikh’s friend Malick (remember him from here and here?) came by yesterday to meet firstborn man-child. Once again we were blown away by Malick’s thoughtfulness and generosity. He made the long, hot trip to our house and brought gifts in honor of Pape’s birth: oranges, apples, bananas and dates.

A little bit into his visit, I started to take Pape upstairs for his nap. Malick turned his hands up towards the sky and prayed for Pape to be blessed with many years of life, lots of money and a beautiful, good wife.

As Cheikh and I said, “Amine, amine,” I sent up a P.S. to God to clarify that even though Pape was born in Senegal, he needs only one beautiful, good wife, not four.