From the beginning I knew that Brant was going to have difficulties. We were able to take him home when he was three months old and weighed in at 4 lbs. Brant did have major difficulties. He was profoundly retarded to the degree that he never walked, talked, or really knew who we were. He was difficult to feed and only a few people could handle this task. Wendi was one of these people and she certainly was the youngest. Wendi was about eleven or twelve when she began to help me by babysitting for Brant. What a gift from God!!
When Brant was seven and a half months old, God answered my prayer for the possibility of adopting a baby. We had an appointment with an attorney on a Wednesday afternoon in November, and Brant became ill and died four days later.
Almost six months to that day, God gave us Brianna. I often remark that it was God’s plan all along for Brianna to become our daughter. God also intended from the beginning that our lives would intertwine with Wendi and John to the extent that Brianna would give birth to Isaac and Isaac would become their son. God is faithful and He is good.!!!