Once upon a time, there was a young naive newly wed couple who married with dreams of having a family. The plan was to wait 3 years and then have a child. Fortunately, God in his great wisdom could see the bigger picture and altered their little plan. He gave them 3 months as newly weds before the young bride was with Child.
The very instant the young bride learned of the child growing in her womb she fell in love with her baby. She swore that no matter what, she would always care for that baby. She dreamt of a boy, who would be a big brother. As the pregnancy progressed, the young bride took ill. She spent months of being sick with miscarriage threats, but when no one was looking the young mother would rest her hand on her stomach and offer a prayer, let him come to earth and be mine, let my son be healthy. Late at night when she was all alone tossing or turning or puking, she would remember the doctors words 'the baby might not make it, try to rest, because your off to bed for another month', she would plead with the Lord, Let it be me, spare my little one and take me instead. He has such a future, spare this small child!
The young mother got her wish, she carried her baby to term. When the day came for the baby to come the young father prayed for his bride, he offered a blessing of health, they knew the doctors and nurses would know how to use modern technology to ensure that all would be well.
His dimples lite up there lives, his giggles tickled their heart. The entire family that rallied, well they loved that little boy, he was held and cuddled, kissed and squished. But when no one was looking that young mother would take her little boy, snuggle him up close and smell his sweet head, she would thank her Heavenly Father for all that he does, for giving her such a wonderful little son.