On Thursday morning, July 3, 1980, my husband Gregg was getting dressed for the day. I was still in bed, having gotten up in the night with our 10-month old son Andrew.  Gregg was telling me what he would be working on that day, when I told him, "I just felt a baby move."

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Gregg looked up and saw that I had my hand on my belly.  "You . . what?"

"I just felt a baby move!" I repeated.  He and I just looked at each other. After all the fertility doctors we had seen, in our efforts to get pregnant with our first child, we couldn't believe that a second "miracle" would just happen.

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Later that day, I saw my doctor, had a pregnancy test and was told that we were expecting another miracle.

Since I had not had a period since before Andrew was born, we had no idea when our second child was due.  Our favorite doctor did some measuring and calculating and judged that our new little one would arrive around February 1, 1981. Another doctor, in that practice, assured us that the due date would be in December, since I could not possibly have felt movement that early.

Matthew, our precious second son, arrived on February 15, 1981. Eighteen months, to the day, younger than Andrew.

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My husband and I loved our first son Andrew so much that, before he was born, I worried about our second child. How on earth could we possibly love a second child as much as we loved Andrew?  Then Matthew was born and we discovered that we could indeed love him, every bit as much as we loved Andrew. Although our love for Matthew was unique, just as our love for Andrew was unique.

Wonderful how that precious Matthew made his way into our hearts, and our hearts just expanded to make room for him.

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Amazing how Matthew was so completely different from Andrew!  Such a calm, cuddly baby. When he cried, his cry was so soft, I was concerned that I would not respond quickly enough.

His hair was also red, but much brighter, darker red than his brothers.  And wiry, tight curls that people loved to touch, just to see what they felt like.

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Matthew always knew what he wanted, and was determined in his pursuit of that. He wanted to attend Berry College. He did not want to apply to any other college.  He wanted to major in physics, and never changed his major.

As a freshman, he worked in the physics lab at Berry.  He found some old telescopes in the lab, and tinkered with them until he had them working again. He talked his professors into starting up an Astronomy Club at Berry, and as the president of the Astronomy Club, he organized "Star Parties" where they set up the telescopes at the Berry Observatory and invited students to come out and see the stars.

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He worked as an intern for three summers, and a semester, at NASA in Huntsville, Alabama, doing solar research. Then headed off to Darmouth College, in New Hampshire, to work on his masters degree.

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