Today I nearly could have said, “Happy Birthday Peter!”
When Samuel was born, Russ and I were houseparents at Alpha Phi sorority at Cornell University. Russ was doing his graduate work and we had all kinds of crazy jobs to support ourselves. We remember our time at Alpha Phi with fondness, including the crazy memories of Samuel’s birth. Samuel was born the day before a blizzard struck the Northeast. He was born at home with two midwives in attendance – an unprecedented event for Alpha Phi.
With the impending blizzard, three young children, and now a newborn, we had little time to finalize our name choices. Each night we would collapsed into bed saying, “What are we going to name the baby?” We had narrowed the field to two names, Samuel or Peter. In exhaustion and desperation we decided to try calling the baby each name for one day and see which one seemed right. For one day we called our son Peter. The next day we called him Samuel and that seemed just right.
Samuel is a wonderful son. He is very faithful to the Lord and to his family and friends. He is incredibly inventive and creative; if we need a sprinkler to irrigate a specific area, Samuel is the one to design and build it. He is currently building an electric viola. He loves music and plays viola, piano, and guitar. He is a very hard worker and can always be trusted to get the job done. He is wonderful with his younger siblings and is my number one chauffeur. I will miss his help when he starts college next year.
Happy Birthday Peter, or Samuel, or whatever your name is. We love you!
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