This afternoon, my oldest son stopped by where I work. I hadn’t seen him in over a month. It was good to catch up. While we talked, we both got messages from my middle son; his wife is expecting and contractions had started. That was at 2:37. It’s now four hours later and we’re still waiting for Brentlee Gabriel to make his appearance.
To say I am excited just doesn’t do justice to how I feel right now. I cannot wait to hold him for the first time.
Of course, that wheezing pacaderm that followed us around the college campus last August will be showing up at the hospital, while we wait for Baby Brentlee to arrive. The night my middle son Lee was born I never thought that his father and I would be divorced 24 years later. But that is what has happened and as I am excited about my grandson, I am something else about seeing the grampa and his -ahem-
Oh, well. Such is the life of divorce.
Pray for me.