My draft folder contains four unfinished posts, two of which I started a month ago and never seemed to get back to. But then I planned to post about the women’s retreat I would attend this past weekend, and was going to let that post pre-empt the others.
Owen arrived safe, sound and adorable, but two weeks before he was expected. In fact, I had planned to visit his mom, Heather, for a couple of days en route to my retreat. (Daddy Eric was somewhere out on Ft. Hood for the week, having fun with Howitzers.) I thought I could help Heather with last-minute cooking, chores and preparations plus enjoy some down time…
But Eric called Tuesday with the news that they were already at the hospital. I guess Owen couldn’t wait to meet me. He was born the next morning and all my plans went merrily out the window.
He wasn’t yet six hours old when I got there. What a precious, soft, warm little bundle!
Heather’s family started arriving later that day, Brent came the following morning, and I can only hope all the company didn’t stress Heather out.
I tore myself away and made it to the retreat, a little late but blissfully happy. I’ll still blog about the retreat, but for now maybe you can help me get used to my new title:
Just call me “Grandma.”
Thanks for reading,
PS: This week I am linking up with Jen and the Soli Deo Gloria sisters, many of whom I got to see in person at the aforementioned retreat.