On the evening of July 19th, Abbie (aka Farmer’s Daughter) calls and asks if we’re going to be home, because she and Ed would like to stop by for a bit on their way to his parents for his Mom’s birthday celebration.
“Okay, sure, we’re home. . . out by the pool.”
When they arrive, Abbie asks when Dad is getting home and where her brother is. I answered that they were probably feeding the horses and would be home sometime . . .
Still not getting suspiscious or anything . . . making small talk. . .
When the immediate family has gathered (just Abbie’s parents and siblings), she reaches into her bag and hands me this book:
I start screaming, jumping up and down, clapping my hands, pretty much making a fool of myself. (I had a bathingsuit on, so I’m sure it was NOT a pretty sight.)
My husband and sons are looking at me, like, OK, we know Mom’s crazy and all, but what the heck?
Then, I blurt out, “You can’t let the grandparents name the baby!” and show the guys the book.
“Um, Mom,” Abbie says, “That’s a book of names for GRANDPARENTS!”
“Oh, right. . . “***still jumping up and down with joy***”I knew that! How exciting!”
I’m totally giddy and reveling in joy and a million thoughts are swirling through my head (when? boy/girl? my baby girl is having a baby!/etc./etc.) and Abbie’s father says something so composed, like “I know that you two will make wonderful parents!”
I had been waiting for this time for a while and really didn’t expect it when it came. . . and then, they tell me that I can’t tell ANYONE, until they decide the time is right, like September 1st!
All I could think is “How will I ever keep my mouth shut?”
Then, they were off to Ed’s family to give that same book to his Mom for her birthday. What a gift that was for Marie, too. . . . and the two grandmas-to-be have been crazy with joy ever since! Right, Mimi?