Just as the sun was coming up this morning here on the east coast, over on the west coast....a baby was born. Anya Jade, healthy and thriving, lighting up our lives with joy I wasn't prepared for. Yes, I knew she was coming, and I was excited. But the emotion I felt when I saw the first picture, the tears that flowed....wow. I love her already, and would do anything for her.
I mean, isn't she sweet?
Is it any wonder I want to get on the next plane to Washington state?
Today is a tired day. A wonderful day, but a tired one. I stayed up all night last night, texting Ben a bit, tossing and turning between texts, excited, tempted to be a little worried....then I finally got the one that said she had arrived...followed by a picture...and oh my. No way could I sleep then. I talked to Ben on the phone, then tried for a little nap, around 7:30 am. And...the power went out at 9:30. Yup, the fans turned off, the smoke alarms started beeping, Paul had to go into work because he can't work from home with no internet and no power....so he rustled around in the dresser drawers, talked to me a bit...and dang it I was wide awake. Also, I remembered about Anya as soon as I woke up, and was too happy for sleep.
So today is a tired day. It is cloudy and rainy and cozy. I just had a pumpkin spice English muffin with scrambled eggs for lunch. I don't normally eat carbs like that, but oh well. I did.
The kids are having a lazy day. Camille is dressed in a beautiful princess dress, she is making thank you cards for Erika for taking her on that fun adventure yesterday. Some kids are playing video games, some are watching movies, some are doing homework. I have to go to the store at some point, there is no milk and the bananas are gone, these kids can eat things faster than I can buy them.
And then there is the Daily Dilemma: What's for dinner? Dinner, again? Didn't we just eat dinner yesterday? I know, I know, be thankful we have food.
The dogs want to go out, and I don't want to get up out of my comfy chair....
Tomorrow I have to go in to the radiology department, again. I hope and pray they say that it's nothing. Because seriously, I have a lot of living to do. But it is not my call, and I will work on being thankful for all that comes my way.