1976, I lost my job in January and had to go to work out on the road. My wife had our 4-year old daughter at home and was 7 months pregnant with our second. February 10th, I was about 200 miles from home when the company owner pulled up and said, "Get your things. We are taking you home." As I climbed into his truck, he explained a message had just been delivered that my wife's Father had passed away that day. He was to go in for a very minor surgery and bled out in the operating room. I don't really remember the ride home. What I do remember is the look on my wife's face when I walked in the door. We buried her Dad on February 12th. Were spending a couple days with her Mom when she went into labor the morning of February 14th. We were about an hour's drive from the hospital. "This baby isn't due yet!" Arrived at the hospital at about 7:30 a.m. and our new daughter arrived at 7:54. She will turn 40 in a few weeks... on Valentine's Day. 1976... We lost a lot that February. But, on Valentine's Day we gained one of the sweetest blessings any parents could ask for. Every Valentine's Day is a special day, thanking the Good Lord for the "package" he delivered that morning.
Very cute but I had to give up after the first set of eyeballs were in place. How do people figure out how to do this stuff?