Here he is...

Whew…feels like I’m trying to catch my breath. Maybe, it’s all that coffee.

Or…

Friday, at my friend’s Memorial Service, I stood behind a pulpit—something I thought I’d never do again.

Three grandkids spent the weekend, that’s always a whirlwind or two.

Saturday I went sailing. Now, that was breathtaking.

Sunday my daughter went into the hospital and it was a hold-your-breath-day waiting for the call that her son had come…he finally did at 12:34 this morning. (3.16.15)

Do you wanna say, ‘hi’?

Okay… let me introduce 6lb. 9oz.  Mr. Stefan William Gronewold.

At first he didn't cry and needed a breathing tube, but now, all is well. 

Mommy and daddy are exhausted, (mostly mommy). 

We won't be able to see him for another month or so...hope I can hold my breath that long. 

Thanks for your prayers and for stopping by.