The B-I-G is still praying

The b-i-g is still praying for a sister. EVERY night. It is sad. I am just glad that I am not preggo at the moment or I would be a mess. Never ever thought I would struggle with gender disappointment and even more amazing is that I never ever imagined myself without a daughter.
Pompey likes to tell the littles about the day they were born and he always says that when they came out of the belly, they were just perfect and just what we always wanted. Which is so so true, gosh, I wouldn't trade a one of them for a sister ever. If money were no object I would choose to have as many boys as we could afford...and a girl...
So I am sitting at our AWESOME new table, an antique handed down from the inlaws to the outlaw and is originally from the great great gparents to the littles so a very cool treasure with soul. B-I-G is asking us about his name, how we chose it, what it means, etc...a very serious conversation. And really fun for me and Pompey to talk about how we chose his name and what it means, his middle name, etc...and then he sits quiet for a moment, after Pompey has added his you were just what we always wanted, and he asks, Didn't you ever want a girl?
Dead silence.
Okay quick. Think and think fast. How do we explain this in an age appropriate way and respectful to them and God and aaarrrrghhhh!!!
So I just told him, yes, we have always wanted a girl, but we wanted what God gave us more, and you littles are what he has given us. God doesn't always give you what you ask for. Geez, I am preaching to myself now....and we told him to keep praying. Maybe God has a sister for us someday. Or not. It is not for us to know.
I was relieved that it stopped there. Man, this could get major theological and I just don't even know how to go there except with love and truth, which I am learning is a key component to parenting past the baby stages. Real questions deserve real answers and if you know Martha, I am a real girl. So real it is. Real it was. And it seemed to be enough. For the moment.
For real.