One of my earliest childhood recollections is the comforting feeling of climbing into my canopy bed. I’d slide under the white eyelet bedspread and nestle under the weight of it as my mom sat on the edge. She would pull the covers up around my neck as I recited my bedtime prayers, “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take…and if it’s your will, please give me a baby brother or baby sister.