Just when I thought the weekend would be totally ruined due to my latest disappointment with the terrible formatting of Nine Lives, something extraordinary happened.
We had planned to visit some ancient ruins as a family outing, but the Saturday weather had other ideas, and we thought it best to cancel. Instead of venturing into the rain, we all congregated in our granddaughter’s house for a family catch-up. Our granddaughter is expecting a baby in four weeks, and the air is thick with anticipation. After miscarrying five times, it was wonderful to see her so happy.
After many tests, they said she would be unlikely to conceive again.
Such a heartbreaking time; it looked like their daughter Cece would be an only child. They desperately wanted her to have a brother or sister, so they risked one last time.
And it worked. The first few months were stressful and unbearable, as their joy could have ended anytime.
Cece, our great-grandchild, has developed a relationship with the baby. When she speaks to it, the baby moves. I couldn’t believe my eyes the first time I witnessed this.
I was reminded of all those times when anything on my lap would be kicked to the floor.
As HEA go, this one takes some beating…