Little Sir has arrived!!!! He is the gorgeous little man in my arms. Little Sir is my First Grandchild and the Son of my Beautiful Girl. What a day we all had on Ireland’s first day of Spring and St. Brigid’s Day. February First now also has the auspicious honour of being Little Sir's birthday.
When I got home from the hospital and finally crawled into my bed, tears began to flow. Again! I lay there wondering where these tears were coming from. Little Sir was safely delivered and my Beautiful Girl was looking relaxed and content when I left her. I was surprised I still had tears left in me. I cried for two hours straight in the hospital as My Girl's labour intensified. Pacing the hallway, staring out the window watching the steam puffs from the frigid air rise from the footpaths below. Trying to repress the unrelenting urge to burst into the Labour and Delivery room to rescue her. I pulled one tissue after another from the box in a frenzy until it was empty. I chewed the inside of my lower lip raw with all the nervous biting.
I pondered on the reason for these tears, streaming down my cheeks. Were they tears of excitement, delight and happiness. Or maybe tears of relief tinged with tiredness. I wondered if they were the uncried tears from the potpourri of emotions I experienced throughout the day. I had gotten very little sleep the night before, constantly checking my mobile and listening for the telephone. I fell asleep before I fixed on the cause. I still don’t know the reason for these particular tears but on waking up yesterday morning I was filled with a sense that all was right with the world. I couldn’t wait to get in the car and motor off down the road to see my Beautiful Girl and Little Sir.
This morning when I got up, I started to write a poem about the newest addition to my heart. Now, I am no Katharine Tynan, Ahem! so I have no idea what possessed me. The poem is at the, oh no don't like that, need to find another word and cross that out, phase....but I am sure it will get there. Finished I mean.
So anything exciting happening in your world this week?
P.S. If this post seems slightly incoherent it might have something to do with my giddiness...
Please except my apologies.
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I am a wife and mother of four, made redundant by children who insisted on growing up. I divide my time between Wisconsin and Ireland. I am a writer, who has finally decided it’s time to brave the big scary world and try to get something published. I hope you enjoy my efforts!