This is a blog about gratitude... for life on the farm, homeschooled munchkins, inter-cultural adventures, and God’s grace in every breath, completely undeserved. ~ By Alysun Peters
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Last night we celebrated the birthday of Jeff's Dad. His mother, Grandma Peters, remembered back to his birth day. She went to a Sunday school party during the day and went home, calling her boss to tell him she would not be able to assist with the surgeries scheduled for the next day. She went to bed and woke up at about 1am thinking she was probably in labor. She woke her husband at 2:30 and they made it to the hospital by 3am. Jim was born at 3:15am. She remembers the whole thing "going very quickly." Ya, I think so.
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wasn't Jim her first baby? Thats incredibly fast! Too bad you couldn't have had those genes!
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