On Sunday morning, JB and I were laying in bed chatting when the phone rang.
“Who would be calling us this eary?” He asks. It was 9:00 am, afterall.
I went to grab for the phone, but he said we’d just call whomever it was back.
This is what I heard on our answering machine:
“Leonard (the name my brother Brother C calls me), we’re at the hospital. Call me.”
I lept out of bed and called him back.
“What’s wrong?” I asked hurridly.
“Nothing is wrong, but SIL A is in labor.”
That’s right, my niece KC decided to come three weeks early. I think she wanted to try to make our wedding. Ha!
So now I’m up a niece, but down a bridesmaid. And I’m so very happy about it! Pictures to come later, as I’m going to see them in the hospital later today.