My granddaughter Hope turned 10 months old yesterday. Sunday is Mother's Day and is also my son's (her Dad) birthday.
So of course I do what Jeffrey always teases me about - I get all emotional. Especially when I open the door and Hope raises her hand, gives me a huge smile and says "Hi"
She also says "this" and "the glee" and of course "DaDa"
She was in a really good mood on her 10 month birthday because she called shotgun in the 'Bye Bye Buggy' at day care.
A huge difference from the buggy she came home from the hospital in.
I still say she looked like a drunken sailor.
I got to thinking about the night she was born. All was fine for hours and hours and then Hope's heart rate dropped and all hell broke loose and medical personnel rushed in and my DIL's doctor said it was C-section time. I remember one of the nurses came out into the hall to get my son "gowned" for the OR and Jeffrey was whispering to me "they said distress, distress Ma" and I took a deep breath and said it was OK.
Here he is just before he went into the OR. He asked me to take the picture which is so utterly, totally unlike him.
We call it the "Daddy knew it was all OK" photo.
And it was.
He was a quick study on diaper changing.
And he can always make Hope smile.
I had a completely different post prepared for MWB but then I noticed that so many of the photos I was going through had blue in them.
And on we go ...