Just got back from Delaware for the funeral of Kelly’s grandfather, T.V. He had been sick with Alzheimers for quite some time, so his death wasn’t a shock. It was a bit of a relief in some respects.
Everyone seemed to be upbeat, and enjoying each other’s company. In fact there was quite a bit of laughter Saturday night, courtesy of some Canadian friends.
What is it about Canadians that makes them so funny? America could take a lesson on how to live from our friends in the Great White North.
Anyhow, news of The Bambino kept everyone’s spirits up. We were glad that we could finally tell people.
Yesterday, we went about telling our close friends. Kelly and I stopped by Gerry and Mandy’s and spent an hour talking baby stuff. Then we raced home to grab some dinner – before we passed out – and set up a visit with Scott and Dawn. We just barely got to tell Scott before he had to head to hockey, but Dawn and her sister Tracy peppered us with questions for a while.
Amazing how soon we’re beginning to feel like authorities on pregnancy even though it’s only our first and millions of couples have gone before us.