I just have to share
another Grandma Grin!
It’s a fun story!
I don’t live by Minky and Dinky who were (yep, were) expecting Pinky.
Pinky’s debut was August 11th.
I had been visiting the area for 5 weeks.
(I promise, I wasn’t staring at Minky’s tummy and asking her if she felt anything the entire time!)
But I admit I secretly prayed everyday Pinky would choose to debut just a little early…for me–the far away Grandma!
Safely done…but early. Like those gooey chocolate chip cookies you take out just a tiny bit before the timer goes off…
But no Pinky!
And the next day…No Pinky!
And the next
and the next…
you get the picture—right.
My plane was to leave…of course…Aug. 11th!
August 10, Dinky and I arrange to say good-bye Aug. 11th around noon.
“Pooh!” I say out loud. “I’m going to fly away, then Pinky will pop!”
I decide right there and then that I would not pray anymore that Pinky would come, but that I would allow Heavenly Father to send her when she needs to come. I got up from my knees my last night before bed…and…
my phone rings.
HE and MINKY are at THE HOSPITAL!
We spend the rest of the night having a labor and delivery cyber party as they give me the play by play, over the phone, of Pinky’s ride to earth!
We laugh and squeal at every contraction.
“Oh my, is it funner
not to be the one
pushing the bowling ball
through the itty bitty
passage way to earth!”
Reese Morgan came August 11th just before 9 a.m. Just in time for ME to spend several hours cuddling her in my arms before I flew away!
I whispered in her ear,
“Welcome to earth, and I love you so much!”
Her parents first kiss was the night of a Meteor Shower, and Reese was born the night of a Meteor Shower!
What a celebration!
What a send off!
I just keep grinning
when I think
My son is a daddy!
(By the way…Thanks Heavenly Father!)