Emily Newborn

I'm not ordinarily going to post twice in the same day. But this is the opening day of my blog, and I thought of something else. In my last post I wrote what Taylor said after Emily was born, so I had to find a picture of him holding her in the hospital. He's a very good father. Here it is:
Yesterday was Mother's Day and it went pretty well till I lost my temper when they were all fighting over arranging the Mother's Day cards they had made me. I was in the middle of making dinner (yes, Taylor was helping- he did a very good job with the blueberry cobbler). "Stop fighting!" I yelled and knocked all the cards off in an effort to save the wall hanging they were setting them on from toppling on them. With hurt eyes they looked up at me. What had I done? I could've handled that much better. We got the cards rearranged on the piano, I told them all I loved them and we went back to making dinner with many helping hands and flour everywhere. I know as much as I try I can never be perfect for one whole day, even on Mother's Day.

Taylor took my ring to work today to make it sparkle again in his .."something"-inator that vibrates and gets dental instruments clean. I think it means a new chapter in our marraige. We have a good marraige but it could be "sparklier" and I really want that. I want to have the kind of love that NieNie and Mr. Nielson have for eachother, when their world was turned upside down. Or my granparents. They would sit in their front room watching a TV after she had her stroke and he would look across at her and say,"Ethelyn, I love you". And she would say (sometimes, when she could get the words out) "I know". At his viewing, they brought her in her wheelchair, and she looked on, not really knowing why all these people were there crying. "Where's Rod?" she asked. She still asks, 4 years later, about him and gets sad all over again when they explain to her again that he's passed away. My aunt and uncle are taking care of her now. I'm not sure why she's still here but I'm sure my grandpa is watching over her every day from Heaven, biding time until he can see his dear sweetheart again. I haven't seen, heard or read anything that has taught me more about love than what I witnessed from my grandpa caring for and loving my grandma. She is a lucky woman.