Three years ago yesterday, I drove an in-labor Kathleen to the hospital. We arrived just before midnight and I parked right nearby the hospital itself since almost no one was there. When I left late the next day–today, December 5th–my car was buried under a foot of snow, and blizzard conditions were such that I skidded three times on the dangerous drive back home.
Somewhere between all that, Caroline Helen David was born. One of the first remarks by a nurse: “Oh my God, look at those FEET!” Great gunboats they were, indicating this was going to be one tall kid (now more than halfway to six feet in height).
We had her “official” party on Saturday since that was when all her little friends, cousins, aunt and grandparents could attend. Today’s her actual birthday, so we’re having the remains of her birthday cake and trying to work out a time to take her to see “Chicken Little.”
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