I checked my email first thing this morning and BAM! there in my in-box, from Mrs. Girl, were instructions on how to get to the hospital when the time comes for FB* to be born.
It gave me a thrill. This thing is gettin’ real, y’all.
Not that it isn’t already, but you know how you anticipate an event, but you are still a ways out, it doesn’t seem as real as when it’s THISCLOSE!
We are getting sooo close.
The email was a delightful missive of where snacks could be located while we wait, where we should meet, and what might be expected on the birthday of our new little family member. As I read, I was imagining the day and the steps we’ll take before it occurs.
Forgive me my giddiness, but this is my first grandchild and I can”t seem to contain the excitement.
I can’t wait to meet that little crumb-cruncher.
Mrs. Tucker loves you, baby!