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Baby Culby Revealed

Please join us in joyfully welcoming Peter "Petya" Maraman Culbertson.  


He arrived March 14th, 2013 at 5:45 in the evening after a rather "uneventful" (seemed pretty eventful for mom and baby) labor and delivery.

He crashed the scales at 8 lbs 9 oz and measured an impressive 21".  He certainly gets most of his lengthy features from his father, but the verdict is still out on hair color.


Anna, at first thrilled with the new addition, welcomed him into our family with a laugh and a friendly pat on the tummy, and reassured him that he is indeed a "baby."  She loves his little coos and squeaks, often exclaiming, "noisy baby!" at the end of one of his bursts.  However, after helping Dad push him around the hospital hallway in his rolling bassinet, she did let us know that she was "all done Peter," a sentiment that may linger for quite some time into their youth together.


We chose the name Peter primarily after the figure of Peter in the Gospels as well as family significance.  The Peter of Scripture exhibits a faith that simultaneously amazes, emboldens and compels.  We chose this Scripture to be our prayer for Peter throughout his life: 
After this many of his disciples turned back and no longer walked with him.  So Jesus said to the Twelve, “Do you want to go away as well?”  Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life, and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God.”  John 6:66-69
We pray that he might grow into the Rock for whom he was named.

Maraman was the last name of my grandparents, Bill and Kitty, who though gone now over 10 years, continue to live on in a legacy of love and care, particularly to children, in our hearts here.  They are still missed and thought of often - we're happy to pass along their name and legacy into the next generation.

As we do live a bit of a double life, one here in the States and one in Russia, we were eager to find a name that would work well in both cultures.  Peter's Russian equivalent, Pyotr, comes with the nickname "Petya," which we will most likely be calling him in both places.  Feel free to call him either "Peter" or "Petya," for now, and when he comes of age, we'll let him choose how he'd like to be known.


We're so thrilled with the blessing of a second child, and so curious to see the ways he'll grow and change over time.

Thank you for sharing in our joy and welcoming Petya into all of our lives.


With grace,

Rachel, Dan, & Anna

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