Love Tim Hortons

"Your total comes to zero dollars at the window."

It's a beautiful thing.

Sissy's Song - Alan Jackson

It's hard to say goodbye
Her picture in my mind
Will always be of times I'll cherish
And I won't cry 'cause

She flew up to Heaven on the wings of angels
By the clouds and stars and passed where no one sees
And she walks with Jesus and her loved ones waiting
And I know she's smilin' saying
"Don't worry 'bout me"

Geotreasures!

I've been doing lots of geocaching lately. If you haven't done it yet, get your butt out there! There's bound to be one near your house. You get to go on a pleasurable walk AND treasure hunt at the same time. Oh the joy. Need some motivation? I have photos.

Hike  (fun + nature + fresh air + views)

+ Treasure (OMG so exciting! What will I find??)

= So much joy!

And satisfaction. A cache well found.
Also, check out this awesome fungus:

Kenny Chesney - Who You'd Be Today

It ain't fair, you died too young,
Like a story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.

God knows how I've missed you,
All the hell that I've been through,
Just knowing no one could take your place;

Sometimes I wonder who you'd be today.

Laura

We chose Laura for Little House. That's who our baby girl would have been. Obviously not Laura Ingalls exactly, but her hair would have eventually turned brown, and I would have put it up in little braids. Even though I dressed her up in little dresses, she would have run off to play in the mud and muck to climb trees. She would have been an adventurer. A brown-haired and beautiful, tomboyish adventurer. Full of charm and spunk and mostly love. That's why we chose the name Laura.

It's like that Ricky Valence song:
Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die.


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Last night we had a beautiful baby girl. Actually beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen a cute newborn before, but she somehow managed to be perfect. She had the same red hair that I had when I was born, with an adorable little Bill nose and a little pout that made me cry. She was 9 pounds and 12 ounces. We called her Laura. The umbilical cord had managed to wrap around her neck four times, and she is now keeping her grandpa company in heaven. I wish we'd had a chance to share her with all of you. I know she is loved by you though you never got to meet her. Lots of love to you as well.


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I didn't bother with week 32 pictures, as that is when I did photos with Ashley, which you all saw on facebook, I'm sure. Haven't grown much since, so this is a photoless post. In fact, I went to the dr on Monday and it turns out I've lost a couple of pounds in the last week. More importantly, Baby's head is down (very low down, actually, which should take some time off of labor), and ready to come out when told. This means that, though it could still be a while, it is likely that it will not be a late baby. Hope everybody is ready, we only have three and a half weeks to go!


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