TV Radio Mirror (Jan - Jun 1963)

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Who can pierce to the depths of young love, of young wedded love, and put into words the urgent marvel of that moment when a husband and wife stare awestruck at their first-born? Who can describe that compelling desire to see in living flesh and bone an image, so tiny and helpless, of themselves and their love? Ah, find us a word for that hope, that expectation, that prayer. Yes, and find us a word for the frustration of this hope . . . this expectation . . . this prayer. Two years, and as yet no cry from the little room that Dianne Lennon and Dick Gass had so carefully prepared as a nursery. They had been good years, and Dianne and Dick had been happy in the discovery of each other. And yet — "Something's missing," Dianne finally told her husband. The words came slowly, falteringly. "I can't put it off any longer," she said. "I want to WHY DIANNE LENNON IS ADOPTING A hear a baby's voice in our house. I want it more than anything in the world." She knew it was what Dick wanted, too. Both of them had <;orae from big families, and children meant as much to Dick as to Dianne. If his answer did not come quickly, if the words did not tumble out, it was only because they were the most important words he had said to his wife since they pledged their love before God. "There's nothing I want more than to get our family started," he told her. "I've only been waiting for you to say it first." Dick's arms went around his wife and, tenderly, he kissed her. "Sure, let's adopt a baby," he said. "Let's adopt two or three . . ." "We'll love them as our own." This, then, was how it started. When Dianne and Dick were (Continued on page 74) Dianne and Dick agreed: The crib had been empty too long. 52