Aunt Annie

Yesterday Annie became an aunt, Peter became a daddy, Cris became a mommy, I became a grandmother, and Bill became a grandfather. Yes, little Irene Grace made her grand entrance into the world, and we are all tickled...pink! And Annie figures if Irene likes pink, then she must be a keeper.

We're still trying to figure out what our "grandma" & "grandpa" names are going to be. We have the luxury of worrying about inconsequential things like that, because we actually got a full night's sleep last night. Visiting with the new parents today at the hospital brought back so many memories of new babies and sleepless nights. They do kind of go together like peanut butter and jelly.

I can't gloat too much, because Annie seems to have forgotten how to sleep past 5 AM the last few nights. Don't know what's going on, but something is. I was reminded the other day, though, that I need to celebrate the good things, and not just move on to the next problem. She isn't throwing up, she is pooping, and school is starting soon. All good things to celebrate, just like new little pink grandbabies.

Jean

Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD,
the fruit of the womb a reward. Psalm 127:3