and baby makes 6!

Old Mr. Webster could never define

I was waiting for you that morning in January of 2000. I sat wringing my hands and watching for your truck through the kitchen window.

I took a deep breath when I saw you come around the corner and down the road to our driveway. I walked nervously through the garage, right up to the truck you had just parked. I slapped that pregnancy test up against the window. You looked at it, bent closer, looked some more, then back to my face. Then you smiled, reached over and locked the door.

I started shaking and crying, and you opened the door. I climbed up into your lap and hid my face in your neck. I was not sure how you were going to repond because you had told me “no more” in no uncertain terms.

I felt you shaking and I remember saying “You are so mad…..Are you mad?”.

You said firmly “No”, and as you put your hands on my shoulders and pulled me back, I saw that you were crying.

You said “I’m crying with joy”.

Quinn was born late in September, and nothing could have prepared me better for all that we went through with him, than those tears of joy that you shed that winter morning.

“Old Mr. webster could never define
What’s being said between your heart and mine.” ~performed by Allison Kraus