"The kid is here" my Dad said when he called me a few minutes ago. I had to get off the phone since the bus was here to pick Mac up for school.
I guess the C-section went fine, she weighed, "I don't know 7-6 something", and he didn't get any pictures.
It's sad that I said a silent prayer as I was putting Mac on the bus...a prayer that my dad takes advantage of his chance to do fatherhood better this time. God obviously thought this little girl should come into this world and hopefully my dad will truly appreciate that.
I hope and pray that she's not told that she's "stupid" when she struggles with her math homework. That she's never smacked on the head with a rolled up copy of National Geographic. That she's appreciated and cherished for who she is...even if that means she's not that adventurous or athletic.
I hope she has the kind of father I've had the past few years. One who has apologized for those kind of things I mentioned above, who tells me how proud his is of me and what it is I do in this world.
My dad has a chance to be caring and good to Bailey every minute of her life starting today. A chance to thank God for every ounce of that "7-6 something" pounds.
I also hope I can find someway to be a sister to her. Just fourteen days shy of 29 years separate us in age and about 2000 miles of distance...hopefully family ties can stretch that far.
So, my family grew this morning. Mac has a new aunt, Sean has a new sister-in-law. She's laying in a hospital bassinet in Oklahoma City...full of hope and promise.
