Phew...made it through the week...and with great success! Maybe more about that in a later post...
I am kind of bummed I've been inside all weekend. I'm not much of an outdoors person, but this weather has been beautiful. So why was I not outside? The dreaded "T" word...taxes...yes, spent the whole day Saturday working on taxes...got them done, filed and all of last year's tax stuff ready to be put into the box that's in line for rotation this year! Ahhh...feels good to have it done. Why, besides the good feeling of having it done and not dreading it for the next two months, did I do them so early this year? Glad you asked...
...that would be the reason behind the title of this post...22 days and counting...until the 'official' due date of Baby Trindon...our first grandchild. I chose this date to blog about this because it was 22 years ago (plus a few months) that our own precious bundle arrived. I'm sure every new grandparent feels this way, but it seems like only yesterday we were finding out we were pregnant. I remember calling my parents on the phone to tell them the good news; I remember the exact location I was when I felt the first movement; I remember the fear/joy/anticipation of being at the hospital waiting for that child to be born; I remember waiting to hear if it was a boy or girl (we were still in the dark ages...we chose not to know with the first one!)...and the first thing the doctor said was, "Look at all that red hair," followed by "It's a girl!" The first cry, the first laugh, the first step, the first (of many!) words...where have all the years gone since my babies were babies? So, with great anticipation, I'm counting down the days until I get to meet my precious grandson...Little T, you've already captured my heart...
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