Thanks to everyone who has so joyfully entered into our Grandparently Happy Rejoicings after I announced Nathan and Meagan’s pregnancy yesterday.
I’m still not quite sure how this teeny baby boy . . .
. . . could possibly be old enough to be having a teeny baby of his own. Do you ever get the feeling those kids of yours just grew up way too fast?
I read a wonderful quote recently that says, “You can fast forward childhood but you can’t rewind it.” There’s no going back to those precious, early days but there is plenty of joy in looking ahead at the days to come.
In case you’re wondering how Nathan and Meagan shared the news with us, here’s the whole scoop.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, Nathan and Meagan just recently moved into their first apartment and have been wanting to show it off to us. Since they live 700 miles from us, the only way we could make that happen was through Skype.
And so at a prearranged time, Sarah, Steve and I gathered ourselves on the living room couch with the computer set up in front of us and dialed into Nathan and Meagan’s Skype account.
After a little chit-chat, they started carrying their computer (with its webcam) around the apartment so that they could show us all the different rooms, features, and decorations. Meagan has turned their apartment into a lovely haven; she really has a knack for making things beautiful!
Nathan had forgotten to charge his computer before we called so whenever they moved to a different room, Meagan would have to unplug the computer from where they were and then run across the room and quickly plug the computer in at the next outlet where they were headed. This entailed a great deal of giggling as well as blurry camera shots as the two of them ran frantically in semi leap-frog fashion from room to room. It was sort of like The Three Stooges, except it was The Two Smiths.
Finally, admidst all the plugging, unplugging, replugging, and giggles, we arrived in the guest bedroom. Meagan and Nathan were calmly describing this feature and that feature to us when after the briefest of pauses Meagan said, “And by the way, this is also the room where your grandchild will be sleeping this fall.”
That little pronouncement was followed by ten seconds of absolute, complete silence.
And then pandemonium erupted as Steve, Sarah, and I cheered and clapped and hooted and hollered. I was practically breathless from the surprise and joy of it all.
Me? Grandma Smith?
Steve? Grandpa Smith?
Sarah? Aunt Sarah?
Wow. Just wow.
Of course, we knew it was coming at some point because they’ve made no secret of the fact that they both want dozens and dozens of children. (Or maybe just a dozen . . . I’m not quite sure.)
But even if you think you’re prepared for something, when it actually happens . . . well, it’s still pretty amazing.
Meagan is known far and wide for her love for children and has even been called “The Baby Whisperer” for the incredible way she cares for infants.
And Nathan? Well, I can see Nathan being a great, supportive, hands-on kind of dad. And from the very first moment that his child comes into the world, I can also see him putting a big premium on having fun with that teeny human being; he is going to be a hoot with his own baby.
I am so looking forward to that magical day when I first see my child holding a child of his own but for now, these two-year old pictures of him holding his nephew Spencer will have to suffice.
In other news . . .
I have been sick in bed for the past four days; in fact I even missed church on Sunday morning! (gasp!) I don’t think I’ve missed church (except for being on vacation) since I had my mastectomy.
But you will be happy to know that our previous Nurse Snowy has been quite capably replaced by our current Nurse Summer. As I have eased my way to bed to chair and back to bed again, she has not left my side, even one single time.
How could someone NOT get better having such good treatment? (Not to mention a church family dropping off a splendid feast for us last night so I wouldn’t have to worry about dinner.)
A coming grandchild. An attentive doggie. Home cooked food arriving on my doorstep. Blessed.