Our oldest son and his wife have been married five years. People always think they have the right to ask couples the most personal of questions, i.e. "When are you going to have a baby?" The subject was not brought up by them, so we respected their privacy and didn't mention it either. However, I did realize I had a problem when I began stalking cute babies in church, offering to their parents to hold them, change them, babysit for them.
When Michael and Tifany returned from their most recent vacation they invited her parents and us over for brunch. They had been to Napa Valley and presented each of us couples with a gift box that looked like a bottle of some kind. As I looked at the label on the bottle of Mumm sparkling wine I realized it had been altered to read..."Tifany is going to be a MUMM and Michael is going to be a POPP".
OK, I didn't see it right away. Her parents were crying and I was thinking, well this is a nice bottle of wine, but isn't that a little over the top, when Michael said "Read the label, Mom, read the label!" A blond grandma moment.
So now I'm thinking about getting rid of my Sebring convertible and, horrors, buying a minivan. The spare bedroom will be repainted and turned into a nursery and I'm starting to haunt garage sales again for baby accessories. And there is another little soul added to my daily prayer requests.
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