So, it seems Christmas is coming in less than six weeks. Last year at this time, we were planning how to make the pregnancy announcement. Two years ago we were planning to do it at Thanksgiving. We did, everyone was happy, excepting my brother, who hates change, and children, but all of them, not just mine. Then everything looked fine at my appointment which was right before Christmas, so I bought a my first Christmas sleeper at the after holiday clearance. Later it all went bad so last year I didn't buy anything until much farther along.
Anyway, I was looking at that sleeper tonight. Audrey will wear it, but it will make me think of her sister (I was convinced she was a girl and to me she is Ella Rose ... that will be awkward in heaven if she was actually a he...)
Then I started thinking about my grandparents, my Grandma Rose who got such a kick out of spoiling her grandkids, who drank diet Coke and ate rainbow chips deluxe and said oh my garsh. My Grandpa Jack, who would've enjoyed Patrick so much, who loved trains and Grandma Rose, who was born on the day after Christmas and maybe could have commiserated with Patrick. My Grandma Laura who was always practical yet told me how our star signs governed our relationships and who loved country music. My Grandpa Ed, who took us fishing and played ball in the side yard and followed the Steelers faithfully.
I miss them. I still have the beaters Grandpa Jack gave me when I graduated from college and the potholders from Grandma Laura. I suspect the sleeper will always be in the keep pile as well.
