|The first freckled babe photo I took of Marque (behind right) and her brother|
Cary (foreground left).
her, and the had closed her womb. 1 Samuel 1:5
Abraham fell facedown; he laughed and said to himself, “Will a son be born to a man a hundred years old? Will Sarah bear a child at the age of ninety?” Genesis 17:17
Her name is Marquise, but I spell it Marque (pronounced Mar-key). She was named after the Marquise diamond, because when I first laid eyes on her on July 3, 2010, the first thing I saw was the white fur around her eyes in the shape of a diamond... a marquise diamond. I named her on the spot. She had a very handsome brother, who I named Carat, Cary for short. My nickname for him was Mr. Goodlooking, because he was so pleasing to my eyes.
Over three years have passed since Marque broke her leg and she is alive and well and walks without a limp. Her right lower leg has a deformity, but not a gross one, it just looks like an area of swelling.
It was heart wrenching for me, because I was unable to have children and I understood her situation. While other women my age were rearing children, I was not. I wanted her to have fawns of her own and often prayed for this, but year-after-year went by and Marque was still alone or with the bucks in the summertime. Well, that is until this year...
|Mama Marque and her fawns...|
Hope on the right and Diamond directly behind Marque.