Stockton and Carolina have been having a blast using Jordan’s forge. They’ve been making hooks, S-hooks, and small fire pokers. They take turns pounding metal and cranking the blower.
Sunday, March 22 – This afternoon we packed a picnic lunch and hiked a trail not too far from where Atlanta and Jordan live. It ends up at a scenic overlook of the Tennessee River.
How would you like to get a call at 1:40 in the morning from a daughter in labor who was all alone in her house (except for a one year old) and who was only 900 miles away? Let me tell you, it was hard to try and not sound worried for Atlanta on the other end. Their creek was swollen from a day of rain. They were on one side and the midwife was on the other. Jordan was down at the river trying to see if his brother on the other side would be able to safely get a tractor across so they could transport the midwife the same way. After about 25 minutes on the phone with Atlanta (during which she was having contractions hard enough she couldn’t talk through them and less than two minutes apart)she saw the lights of the tractor coming and got off to see if their midwife had come. Thankfully, they were not only able to get her, but Jordan’s mom across as well. Things progressed quickly from there and 90 minutes later, Alan Jordan Goodwin, made his big entrance.
Thank you, God, for your protection and for always providing a way.
Isn’t he handsome?
Atlanta and Jordan are so happy he’s here safely and that everyone’s okay. In that respect, I’m glad he was nine days early. But next time, Grammie is going earlier!