One year ago Avery's other grandma and I had just made a rather white knuckled trek across town from the hospital where we had spent the previous day and half while Avery was born and settled in. We were pretty groggy and just sat down to eat our first real meal in a couple days when I got the texts from Moira saying she thought she was in labor. A flurry of thoughts ran through my head. I quickly scrambled to call my husband. Could we get there if we left now? I had SO hoped to attend both granddaughters' births. Lucy was wasting no time, however, and the snow was not letting up. I spent the next couple of hours on the phone with Moira's wonderful sister in law who gave a fabulous play by play update until our little Lulu made her entrance.
Lucy has been her own little person, completely different from her big brother, as babies often are. Chill, curious, laid back. She just quietly stood up and walked a few weeks ago, the way she does things - no fanfare. Each of these children take up their own space in my heart and I am so very grateful for them and happy they will have each other going through life.
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