Yesterday was my birthday, but what I'd like to share here is more about the day of my birth 68 years ago than my current birthday.
First of all, let me explain how it is a miracle that my parents had any children at all. You see, when my mother was a teenager, she had to have her appendix removed. During that surgery, the doctor saw that her ovaries hadn't developed properly. The doctor didn't tell my mom about her ovary problem, but he did tell my grandmother about it. At an earlier age, my mom had received a Patriarchal Blessing from her father, who was serving as a Patriarch for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. In that blessing, she was told that she would have children. My grandmother decided not to tell my mom that she would never be able to have children, but instead turned the problem over to the Lord. Grandma had faith that the Lord would provide a way for that blessing to come true.
When my mom and dad met and fell in love they talked about having children together. Both of them wanted a large family, not knowing of mom's medical condition. For the first three months after their wedding, my mother experienced a lot of abdominal pain. My dad was convinced that God was allowing her ovaries to develop correctly during that time. Then, miraculously, mom got pregnant and had my oldest brother, Neal, who was born on their first anniversary - July 10, 1946. Now, that is a miracle for sure!
When my mother was expecting Jane and I, she didn't know that she was carrying twins. Evidently, she was pretty big and my father thought that she must be having a baby elephant, but the doctor could only hear one heartbeat. There were no ultrasound machines to visually check on babies back then like there is today. It wasn't until after Jane was born that the doctor informed my mother that there was a second baby. Her response was that she "couldn't do it" but the doctor told her that she had no choice. Unfortunately, I guess I liked having a womb of my own and didn't want to come out because I was born an hour later than Jane. She was born at 5:05 p.m. and I was born at 6:05 p.m. Normally, twins are born only a few minutes apart, but my poor mother had to suffer another hour of labor before I made my entrance into the world.

There are very few pictures of Jane and I as babies. I think a lot of the pics got lost over time. This is my favorite picture of my mom with her two precious babies. I don't know, however, which one is me and which one is Jane. I've never given birth to or raised a set of twins, but I know it is extremely difficult even if the babies are good babies. With three other children ages 6.5, 5 , and 2.5, I'm sure she found it very difficult to add twins into the mix. The sleep depravation must have been overwhelming. I'm sure my dad stepped up to help out, however. He was a "hands-on" type of dad.
I am so grateful that God provided a way for my parents to have children. I truly appreciate my parents and how they raised their seven children. I have always cherished them and the memories they created for their children. I appreciate that they lived the gospel of Jesus Christ in their home, thus forming a great foundation for me in my life. I have never strayed from the Church and its teachings. The gospel means too much to me to ever leave it. I will forever be in my parents debt for teaching me correct principles and setting such a great example for me. My parents have been gone for many years now. Mom passed on June 1, 1994 and my dad passed on June 19, 2007. I miss them dearly and think of them often. I long for the day when we will be reunited once again. Until then, my memories of them will have to suffice. I love you Mom & Dad!