�Momma, where did I come from?� That question has plagued parents for generations past, yet the answer is so simple. How would I know? Well, I learned from a very smart mom..

In 1949, I obtained boarding in Bremerton, Washington, with a family who had a large house just outside the Navy Yard, where my ship was under overhaul. This couple, I�ll call Mazie and Dick, had been married twelve years and had no children. Through their church they were able to adopt a two year old girl, who they named Louise.

Little Louise was playing on the front porch one evening when I came home from work. She said, �Today�s my birthday.�.

�Well, Happy birthday,� I said, �But I thought your birthday was next Saturday.�

�I gots two birthdays,� she said. �One when I got born and one when I found my mommy and daddy.�

I did not know before that Louise was adopted and asked Mazie. She said yes, and told me the story.

As often happens in such situations, a short time after Louise came to them, they conceived, and when Louise was just a month past her fifth birthday, Mazie brought into the world little Charles, or �Chucky� as he became known.

A couple of weeks after Chucky came home I sat on the couch and Mazie sat in a chair having coffee, while Chucky slept in his little basinet. Louise came in the door running, stopped right beside Chucky and stared for a long minute, then ask, �Mommy, why did God give Chucky to us?�

�Because,� Mazie said, �Daddy and I love each other and Chucky is our reward for that love. God loves us and wants us to love each other.�

�Oh,� little Louise said and took off for the kitchen.

I said to Mazie, �I take it that was question number two.�

�Yes,� she said. �When she asked where we got him I told her God gave him to us. I don�t feel I have lied to her because I believe God did give him to us��

That�s the most sensible answer I ever heard. I know my babies were great blessings and could only have been created and sent by God�