Erin was our first grandchild…so there is that wonderment and excitement that the first of anything so often brings. I can remember that she was born on a Wednesday…because her birth was announced to me via a telephone call to our church office from Wade's brother's wife. She was due on Labor Day…so Melany went into labor a bit early. No cell phones back in that day so communication wasn't as easy. Woody and I were both at the church…I was working in the library and Woody was outside with his RA boys playing dodge ball or some such. Someone came to the library telling me to come to the church office as I had a phone call. The message that I got via Melany's sister-in-law was that the Erin had already been born, that Melany had to have an emergency C-section because the baby had shown signs of being in distress…and when born the cord was around her neck. But that now Melany and Erin were doing fine. I hung up the phone and headed out to dodge flying balls to pull Woody out of the fray of young boys to tell him that he was now a grandfather. That was 33 years ago late this afternoon. And, I was 45 and still dark headed, as I noticed in photos that I looked at today when hunting the above photo! Tonight's photo was taken just a couple of months before Erin turned 3. She loved "blow flowers"…what we called the gone-to-seed dandelions. Happy, happy birthday, Erin! Enjoy your pizza and a shopping spree in Barnes and Noble…one of your favorite places!
Decided to post the above photos of Woody and me holding Erin when she was a day old. Time marches on!
