She was between houses.
One was sold and the other not yet ready to occupy. But she had friends and family who opened their arms to her and her husband as she waited for their first born to arrive.
During a routine visit to the obstetrician she announced that her baby would enter the world on Monday October 15, 1973.
"No, you have plenty of time, and I have a golf game," said the doctor.
But she was wise and words are powerful, and Sunday her water broke.
She labored with no food or drink and confined to a bed.
Early Monday morning they separated husband and wife, and she gave birth to a baby daughter that did not cry.
Her husband brought her roses and a box of candy so large that she shared her sweet gift with the nurses.
More than a week later she left the hospital with her Monday's child in her arms and her love by her side.
They stayed, for a time, with her mother. She needed mothering herself, and the house was not yet ready.
When it was time to go the three of them moved to their house near Pike's Peak. The mountain watched as the little family made the bare bones of the new house a home.