Jonathan's birth

After six children and some difficult birth complications, my mom decided, "that's enough." Then one day, in the temple, she had the distinct feeling that two more children wanted to join her family. She actually thought I was going to be a girl (she wanted her youngest to be a girl).

I was born at home. My dad caught me. He also took birth and delivery classes to act as a midwife for my mom. My mom says that it was a very sacred experience, giving birth with just my dad there, in her own home.

My older brother didn't want to give up his crib. So, my mom made a cradle out of a banana box until he could be persuaded to move up to a bed.

They named me Jonathan, which means "God's Gift."