When my only child came to me in March of this year (2025) and told me, “You’re going to have a grandbaby, and she’ll be here in five short weeks,” you could have knocked me over with a feather. First, she showed no signs of being pregnant at all. She was rail thin! The doctors called it “a cryptic pregnancy.” Second, we were told she would not be able to carry a child to term — ever. And five weeks away was almost to term.

We couldn’t believe the gift of life that was unfolding.

My daughter went into labor while the region was sleeping. It was snowing fat snowflakes in an unexpected Spring snowstorm when I pulled up to her house in the thick of the night. They looked like stars falling from the sky. As the nurse wheeled her into the labor and delivery room, she told us that the labor wing was filling up fast because “Babies LOVE to come during full moons and snowstorms.” It’s as if a magical backdrop for the impending arrivals is created—a testament to the beauty of life.

I actually ‘saw’ a vision of the book like a camera flash in my heart. So, right then and there, as I sat in the room keeping the mom-to-be encouraged and comforted, I began to write. And the words poured down into me like the falling snow outside. They came so fast. I know they came from something greater than I could ever hope to be.

I am thrilled to put this book into your hands and simultaneously demonstrate that self-published authors can produce high-quality books on par with, and even surpassing, those guided by traditional publishing houses.

PS. She is perfect in every way. A true miracle, like every child on Earth.