If you've been reading this blog lately you know that our oldest son and his wife were expecting a new baby, and that my husband and I were all set to fly out there to help out with their 21-month-old twin girls before/when the new little one (due March 3) arrived. We had been planning to leave tomorrow, but heard there was a snowstorm coming so decided to leave a day early.
Well, our newest granddaughter had her own plans and couldn't wait for Papa and Grammy to get there today. Our son called at about 8:00 last night to say that our daughter-in-law's contractions were strong and about 3-4 minutes apart, and they wondered if it was time to go to the hospital. (The doctor had said to wait until they were about 2-3 minutes apart.) Since her labor and delivery the first time around took only about 3 hours, I told him if I were in their shoes I wouldn't wait too long.
They obviously felt the same way, because they got in the car and left their house at 8:23...and Little Gal (that's what I'm going to call her in this blog) came along at 9:11!
Three granddaughters! We are truly blessed. And we can't wait to meet this new little angel!
My husband and I are leaving for the airport soon with plans to 3-leg it out to Colorado, so I'm going to spend most of my time today way up above terra firma (my favorite place to be). For a recovering aviaphobic whose knuckles still tend to get a bit white at times, this is not a perfect way to spend a day. But today, I think I'll hardly notice I'm in the air. I'm on a cloud already.