As luck would have it, I got five hours of sleep Monday night and it took two cups of espresso to get me going in the morning. After a grande Starbuck’s coffee between my morning classes, the world seemed unreal enough when who should I see but my brother Johnny—driving across my campus in the passenger seat of a sedan, next to a middle-aged woman. His eyes looked wider than usual when he saw me, and I think the surprise was mutual.
The car did a ‘J’ swerve in the middle of the street and Johnny hopped out as I walked over.
“Hey Johnny!”
“I’ve been looking all over campus for you. We just got a call from Lindsay, and she’s in the hospital, about to give birth.”
“WHAT?”
A surreal day was about to get surreal-er.
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To be continued.
::holding breath, crossing fingers, offering prayers::
ReplyDeleteBest of luck to you both.
May God bless you with a healthy child. I'm praying for you...
ReplyDeletewow!!!! offering up some prayers for you! keep us posted on the developments!
ReplyDeleteI cannot imagine the joys that accompany fatherhood. My prayers are with you, and I pray that God will bless your new, multiplied family.
ReplyDeleteI will look forward to hearing an update. God bless you both...and your new little one.
Jesus, bless your children, Ariel and Lindsay and their new child!
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