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Homecoming day arrives . . .

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Finally, Steve and I got to hold and snuggle with our little Jared . . .

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We heard the soft shuffle of Dr. Baird's feet still laden in surgical "booties" . . .

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When Jared was 12 days old . . .

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An infection had invaded by body . . .

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I was awakened by excruciating pain . . .

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We can't explain this.  It is a miracle from God . . .

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I nearly went into shock the first time I saw Jared . . .

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The night seemed as if it would never end.  Baby Jared's condition is critical . . .

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Jared is taken into surgery immediately after birth . . .

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I mourned Jared's death the day he was born . . . .

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Just outside my delivery room door . . . 

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To my great surprise, guess who showed  up . . .

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Donna shares how she met her Steve on a warm summer night.

Easter Pics

Tell Me the Stories of Jesus

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Steve, Jared's father, was quietly summoned to the outside of the deliverary . .

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When I am Baptized I love to look for rainbows Whenever there is rain. And ponder on the beauty Of an earth made clean again. I want my life to be as clean As earth right after rain. I want to be the best I can And live with God again. --Rita Dale Milner "Mr. Masten, I don't think your son is going to make it," whispered a somber pediatrician soon after our third son was born. Journal Entry September 5, 1985 Jared, you and your brothers have a very special mission to perform in this world. Even though you are arriving almost one month early, I know you are healthy and strong. You have kicked me with much strength and vigor for some time now. So much so, the water bed ripples from your constant activity while I'm trying to sleep. I am so anxious to look at your cute little face. I got a brief glimpse of you on an ultra-sound and I know you will be beautiful. Tomorrow you will rest in your daddy's arms for the first time and you will feel and hear his heart beat as you have mine for the past eight months. We are so very happy that you are coming to us. My hopes and prayers are that we can guide you and your brothers well through your growing years so that you will be prepared to do anything you are called on to do. Just a few more hours, my love, and I will finally look into your eyes and know that you were sent to us straight from Heaven. Until tomorrow . . . . . . Mom. To Be Continued