Do you remember me mentioning Ky's
wife, Teresa?
I have always called her "The
Eternal Cheerleader." When she married Ky, she was fresh from
being a Ouachita Baptist University cheerleader. They began having
babies, and more babies. But it didn't affect Teresa as one would
expect. She still kept the slim figure, still looks like a
cheerleader. But that is not the main gist of my story here.
As with many women, Teresa had
always wanted a girl. Badly. The first was a fine boy. Soon four
great, handsome young boys blessed them at their dinner table.
Teresa's biological clock was
running out.
Corey and Christi, Teresa's age,
decided to have one more child late in life. Their children were
growing up, and Christi just loves having a baby in the house. And,
Corey has always spent his spare time playing with his kids. Needless
to say, they are great parents. Christi's home had become babyless,
and Corey was losing his playmates.
Teresa and Ky made a decision. If
Corey and Christi could have a child late in life, so could they.
Teresa was soon pregnant. During
her early pregnancy, Teresa was walking along the beach in Florida.
Something pink lay in the path ahead. When she reached it, she
recognized a pink baby shoe! She ran to it, picked it up. She burst
out crying. This was it! This was the sign! She took this shoe home.
The day of the tell-tale
ultrasound arrived. Christi couldn't bear it. She waited in the car.
Teresa emerged from the clinic. Her head was down. Christi's heart
sank. Suddenly, Teresa raised her
flushed, smiling face, and making what could possibly be her greatest
cheerleader move ever, threw her arms to the sky and shouted, "Its
a Girl!!" The pink shoe was framed in a
shadow box, and the new baby's room was built around it.
Rachel, Teresa and Ky's new
daughter, and Carson, Christi's new baby and Corey's new playmate,
are a wild pair when they get together. They are now five years old.
Barbara and I were at daughter Kinley's house awhile back. Teresa's
mom, a wonderful woman, was very ill. She was in hospice, and the end
was near. Barbara and I offered to watch after Rachel and Carson
during a very hard day for Teresa. We soon realized we had our hand's
full, with these two. Barbara followed them around when they were in
the house, I took over when they went outside. Rachel ran to the
swing, jumped up and grabbed the ropes as high as she could, and was
soon upside down. I was in panic mode. Teresa was a gymnast, and
hoped Rachel would be also. I learned really quickly, she had gotten
her wish.
You may have seen it on Facebook. Rachel recited the 23rd Psalm, from memory.
Rachel is not just a gymnast. Not just a pretty face, which she is
also. Five years old.
Barbara and Rachel were talking.
"Guess what?" Rachel was saying. "My Grams may get to
go to see Jesus today!" Reading the sadness in Barbara's eyes,
she said, "It's not a bad thing! She's going to get to live in a
castle made of gold!" From the mouths of Babes.....
Teresa happened to look up the
meaning of the name "Rachel" later.
Oh, sorry, I almost forgot to tell you
what she found. "Rachel: A Gift From God."
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