Eighteen years ago today, Labor Day 1992, I found out I was expecting Man-boy. Of course, we didn't know he was Man-boy at the time, but the little plus sign was unmistakable. It was the longest of all my pregnancies: 9 months, 3 weeks, 1 day. He was due on April 17; born on May 9. Man-boy was born in our home while the children were supposed to be asleep at 12:20 am on Mother's Day. Ask my older three children, and they can do a pretty good imitation of the hollering coming out of my bedroom as my almost-ten-pounder was born.
Man-boy was not a planned event. In fact, with four small children already, we never even considered having another. But God knew we needed him.
Be thankful ~