A year ago. Where has it gone?
That morning my daughter called,
saying "This is That Phone Call, Mom."
Mark and I started getting packed and headed out the door.
We made the 5 hour drive to Illinois to the hospital,
in time to be there when Garrett was born.
I can not put into words what it was really like, but
this photo, taken the morning after, is filled with the light we felt in our hearts.
I took this at my brother's home where we stayed a couple days,
waiting for Garrett's homecoming, and so enjoying the gracious
hospitality of Todd and Marcia.
Being good is boring.
I don't think I need the bib to tell me that.
I think his daddy is teaching him that already...surely his
Grandma Deb would never tell him such a thing.
Just look at those eyes!
Happy Birthday, Garrett!