Happy Birthday Becka

Today is our youngest daughter's birthday. She is 24 years old.

Becka was born in Idaho on September 11, 1984 when I was 40. She was our sixth child and the baby sister of two sisters and three brothers. We were all absolutely thrilled at the sweet little addition to our family.

Jim was not allowed to be in the delivery room for the birth of most of our children, but he could be with me through the entire labor and delivery of Rebekah (Becka). Times were changing then and fathers were being welcomed into the birthing rooms. Now, entire families can be present.

Not long after Becka was born, the nurse wheeled her down the hallway, in a little glass bassinet, into my hospital room and said, "Your baby is crying for you. No matter what we do, she won't stop." When I took her in my arms she immediately stopped and never cried again, as long as she was with me. If the nurse tried to take her to the nursery, where the other babies slept, she would start crying, so they would bring her back to me--she rarely left my side again, until she started attending kindergarten.

Becka has grown into a strong, capable young woman and loving wife, daughter, sister and aunt. We are thankful for Becka--God's gift to our entire family.

Happy birthday Rebekah!!!!