As it is, I usually do most of my praying at night--when I'm exhausted. For a few years, I thought I was getting hints back. Some days I was excited when I thought I'd figured out a "clue:" I thought I was meant to have a third child. There were other days when I started to panic when I thought that God was trying to tell me His plan for me might involve me having three.
Then there are days like today when I hear Him laughing. Clearly I was meant to have a bird. Or His plan for my life involves me planting a tree.