Two years prior, our hopes were dashed when the miscarriage occurred. What went wrong? Would it happen again? There was a lot of uncertainty. After discussions with my doctor, we had a bit more hope.
Fast forward to 1970. Under the careful supervision of a new doctor in a new state, our first was born—at 3:02 am on September 5. He weighed 6 pounds, 13 ounces, and was 19 inches in length. What to name him? Hans David.
He has gone on to fulfill his long time dream: to be in the Navy, be married, and be a father.
Hans, I will never forget the day you were born. You have brought me so much joy over the years. I am very proud of you. Happy Birthday!