Gracie

Today I thought I would do a little story telling, which is something that I enjoy doing. I have been thinking about the night/morning that our little Gracie was born.
It was Labor day weekend 2006. Beck and I were up late that night which was unusual for us because of our work schedules. If I remember right Jen had called us and said she was going to the hospital, but we were not sure if it was going to be a false alarm, so we stayed near the phone. Now I’m not good with what time it actually was, but It was after midnight that the call came that they were going to deliver the baby cesarean. I know we got dressed real fast and started on our way to the hospital. The speed limit was pretty much ignored the whole 15 to 20 mile trip, and that we were on high alert for deer! We pulled into the hospital then ran to the maternity ward. As we entered we could see through the glass a nurse pushing a baby into the nursery, and right behind the nurse was Jen’s husband D.J. . Beck was beaming! She talks through the glass to D.J. and says “a little boy!” In the excitement of the moment the cut umbilical cord was mistaken for something that a little boy would have. D.J. let her know we had a granddaughter and she still was beaming!
I tell this story because I never want Gracie to go through life and not know how much her grandma loved her. The birth of Gracie was blessing to Beck who was going through a difficult time dealing with the death of her dad that previous January. Gracie may not ever remember Beck, but there will be plenty of us to tell her how much her grandma loved her!