So many good things have happened, as they often will, as time passes. Jack's healing from his back surgery has gone very well, though now he's working up the nerve to call about a hip replacement. He's fishing and golfing some. Meanwhile, I'm having (minor, I hope) trouble with my knee. Such is aging. . .and these are the topics of conversation we sat through with our elders, and were never going to revert to ourselves. I can hardly believe it. . .opening a blog post this way, no less!
In March, Sarah and I met in the Quad Cities and spent time with Daniel and Lilia, the last time I've seen them. Thank goodness for texting and Facetime! Lilia got promoted to Fourth Grade. Already? Fourth Grade? It seems that once they start school, time speeds up. I'm certain all grandparents and parents have this same feeling.
Gracie Ann arrived in April She was due May 13th, and decided to come on April 13th. Sarah and I were checking in throughout the day, thinking things might eventually even out and the contractions (what she referred to as "cramping") would pass. Sometime early evening, they went to the hospital, there was a small flurry of texts and phone calls, and then the announcement. The baby was here, weighing in at 5 lbs. 1 oz. (or, there. . .in Tucson). Big sister boarded a plane at 3:30 a.m. in Chicago and arrived early the next morning to help out. Later, Sarah told me she believes her way of dealing with labor is denial. She may be right, but so far it's working for her.
In May, I finally took the retreat I had originally scheduled for January, which was preempted by Jack's back surgery. When I originally planned the retreat, we didn't know about the surgery OR the baby. Sometimes things work out for the better, huh?