Our first Monday in 2011 started like this:
So the boys took a hot one of these:
Then on our first Tuesday in 2011, our newest nephew was born nine weeks early. His brave parents had been in the hospital since New Year's Eve and this morning Isaac Alexander Clark was born around 9:30 am. Amy kept me informed via text and when I asked if everyone was going to be okay she responded, "So far so good."
I was sort of hoping for, "Yeah, doctors say it's a miracle and the baby is perfect and weighs 8 lbs. and Emily is doing backbends and can go home this week and blahblahblahblah..."
I thought about that and thought about what Tod and I have been dealing with lately (work stuff) and how sometimes I dread him walking through the door because what if there's bad news? what if it's worse? what if something more happened? An average day is a great day from my perspective. And often no news is fantastic news. So even though I want Emily to be up doing cartwheels by now and her baby to be breathing on his own I realize that so far so good is just that...good. And good should be good enough.
Welcome 2011 and welcome little Isaac.