Becoming a mother to our Rosemary has been every bit as tender and magical as our other 3 children. She came as a great surprise and I’ll never forget telling John we were expecting her in the front music room of our home in the middle of Friday in August. We were both shocked and he reacted with such collected confidence and calm excitement as he always does, that steadied me. I cherish this sacred role and divine responsibility to mother our four children. The weight of that responsibility and privilege drives me to my deepest prayers every day. I’m not perfect, not even close, but I’m perfect for them. We need each other, I believe our strengths and weaknesses were skillfully matched by my Heavenly Father to teach us what we need to learn. I love being a mother, I love being THEIR mother.