Each day now we await that phone call from Kari or
Eric. As of tonight, there are rumblings
but no contractions. It could be
tomorrow or it could be a few weeks. She
is due June 20.
What a different perspective I have on the arrival of this
grandchild. The three miracles that
Nathan announced to us as we sat in the waiting room were indeed some of the
most joyous occasions of my life.
Certainly this blog edifies the joy of those announcements.
Barb releasing ladybugs in her garden to kill aphids. Grayson is unafraid. Jane and Jensen a bit apprehensive.
This time it is my daughter.
The baby will have a Kelly name.
But it is my daughter. Somehow, I
feel closer.
Alton, Cailyn’s father, said it best. As Cailyn was going through delivery for
Jane, the first born, we as grandparents in the waiting room decided to go down
to the hospital cafeteria to get some coffee. Alton related to me, “It is hard for me to
relax. I wonder what some doctor or
nurse is doing to my daughter up there (the delivery room)." Now I understand Alton. Oh so true.
It is so more personal when the birthing agent is your daughter. I have been her protector.
Baby Kelly will be here soon. The child will be in next year’s Christmas
photo. I will love each grandchild with
equal favor.
But, oh God, help my dear child, my daughter, Kari
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