To Love

The baby is here and warm. He is bundled up; I am a little cold and uncomfortable. The wind has started blowing, kind of a howling wind. The sky is noticeably clear, it is a beautiful cold night. I never want to forget this night, hopefully I can write down exactly everything that has happened, it was a miracle. It is a night I will never forget. A Star in the sky led them to where we were...


--Sharon Rude