Three years ago, Husbanks and I headed south in the Volvo to attend Jon and Morgan’s rehearsal dinner. On the way, we drove through a tornado warning. The wind swirled around us and the water smacked the car. The windshield wipers slapped and slapped the windshield. We waited out the storm in a parking lot in Giddings.
It was worth the journey! When we arrived at Morgan’s parents’ house, we met their family and old friends. The next day, we watched Jon and Morgan wed, and the next year we watched them move into the neighborhood. New marriage, new house. Then the dogs came into our lives. New pets. Morgan placed in a half-marathon. New milestone.
One afternoon, Morgan wrote a simple sentence on the white board at my desk. “I am pregnant.”
We waited, baby-showered, prayed, ate (and let Morgan enjoy that aspect of the 42-week pregnancy).
Friday, Morgan and Jon remained peaceful and positive as the contractions grew more intense and closer and closer together. Friends and family waited out the storm with them at the hospital.
It was worth the journey! Welcome, Shilah. We look forward to experiencing many more ‘new’s with you. You’re a good kid.