Three years ago, I went into labor on November 6th.
The doctor told me to go home,
relax . . . YEAH RIGHT. . .
This baby wasn’t coming until the weekend.
By 7:30pm we were in the hospital . . .
and not going home without a baby.
November 6th is my Grandpa’s birthday.
Somewhere around 8:30pm (maybe later)
I realized that I was going to have a baby on my Grandpa’s birthday.
I made my mom call him to tell him the good news!
Then came the ephediral and Baby Girl took her sweet time!
She was born the next morning at 5:28am.
She missed sharing a birthday with one of the greatest men I know!
Maybe she didn’t want to take the spotlight. . .
Maybe she didn’t want to share. . .
Whatever the reason. . .
I’m so thankful she was born so close to Grandpa’s birthday!
You see my Grandpa bears many of the same qualities I hope for my daughter.
He is kind. . .
He is compassionate. . .
He is brilliant. . .
(seriously…he’s a Dr.)
He is creative. . .
He is genuine. . .
He is hardworking. . .
He is a storyteller. . .
He is a jokester. . .
He is Loyal!
I hope she follows in his footsteps!
Happy Birthday Papa George!
(A few days late)