Sarah was our first born, weighing in at 7 pounds 2 ounces, and “paving the way” for her sister Katherine to be born after that. We were so grateful to God for the birth of healthy twins. When they were still in car seats and just putting a few words together in sentences, I pulled in to a gas station, and rolled down my window. Before I could speak to the attendant, Sarah’s voice came out of the back seat: “Mommy wants ‘reglar.’” And I did, realizing that this was not her first gas station experience, and she had been listening before. When I was out and about with both girls, they often heard people ask: “Are they identical?” To which I would reply, “No, they are fraternal.” (Later, we learned that they are likely identical.) Anyway, Sarah was with me one day by herself, and we stopped to chat with a lady who said to Sarah, “Aren’t you so beautiful.” Sarah said cheerfully, “No, I’m fraternal.” When Sarah was about 8 years old, we lived downtown in a century home (no, not a castle!) that shared part of a driveway with the people next door. Bert and his wife owned an old hatchback car, but Bert had also just purchased a costly Cadillac, which he drove to and from the country club. (They even went on vacation with the old non-airconditioned car loaded to the gills, while the fancy vehicle stayed home to rest, I guess!) One day, the kids and I got out of our car at the same time as Bert got out of his new one. I said, “How do you like your new car?” Bert replied: “Very much! It’s like riding on a cloud.” Sarah’s eyes grew wide and she smiled, no doubt thinking that “riding on a cloud” sounded kind of heavenly. She smiled brightly and said, “Bert, did Jesus give you that car?” Bert had not considered that possibility!
