Today’s the due date for our third child, little Augustine Xavier Vogt. But apparently he didn’t get the memo. He’s still holding out.
My wife awoke today with these words on her lips:
“Late have I birthed you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I birthed you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you.”
If you can, we’d appreciate some quick prayers for a healthy delivery, whenever that may be. Thanks!