Photo courtesy Brooke Maxwell
Baby Guy Preston Weber has arrived. Our seventh grandchild.
It was yesterday, between four and five in the afternoon. He weighed eight pounds, eleven ounces.
Brittany delivered in a snap, with no problems.
I have arrived
Ember was able to come over shortly afterwards, to greet her baby brother.
No; we were not there. We're going to meet him in a few weeks.
When some of the dust has settled, as it were.
Hi Mommy
In five weeks or so, we will have another baby boy: Chad and Erica's second son.
Our eighth grandchild. Then we will have four girls and four boys.
I think I'll sleep. No; I think I'll eat. Wait.
Four being my favorite number, I'm really into the sound of that.
Meanwhile we have all hungrily devoured the pictures and videos Andrew has sent.
Photo courtesy Brooke Maxwell
As I commented on one of our family texts last night, you'd think Andrew was proud of that kid or something.
I admit to having some verklempt moments, remembering the day our own baby son was born more than thirty-four years ago.
Andrew Guy and Guy Preston
And now his baby son has been born.
And the years will tumble on willy-nilly like a blur, and we'll be astonished at how swiftly this baby grows.
And on and on it goes.
And that is all for now.
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