The wind was howling something fierce outside on March 9th, 1941, as Mother, Kathleen Richardson, lay in bed having birth pangs. The rain was pelting, the shutters were clapping, and the ice on the ground was 2 inches thick. Doctor Little was frantically working to deliver two babies from one Mother. Although the contractions were continuous, all he and the mother could do was wait. Finally, the first baby was born. She was born half past the evening hour and was absolutely pink, plush, and pretty as a newborn calf.
The second baby wasted no time in making her appearance. Dr. Little had only an instant with the first child. The second was also a girl and came forth as fast as the first one. She, too, was as pink and plush as her sister. He held her in his gentle hands. Both girls were quiet and composed; their little eyes twinkled in the bright light of the room as they seemed to wonder where they were and what was going on. They had been very warm and so comfortable in their little cocoon of safety in their mother’s belly. They had not wanted to leave that place, but their father had said they must. And if anything, these two girls obeyed their father. So, into this world, they were born.
Each seemingly was wondering what life as a human held in store for them. Dr. Little tied and cut their umbilical cords and placed them in their mother’s arms. She marveled at what she had done. Here were her two beautiful daughters, healthy and bright as the morning star. She examined every part of their new fresh, and soft little bodies and finally said, “They are perfect.” Mother nestled one in each arm as she held them to her breast, and they suckled their first mother’s milk to their heart’s content. Father looked down from heaven, and He was very proud.