Good Friday

Friday morning we woke up late and rolled into our traditional holiday celebrations: enormous breakfast followed by egg dying. I add just put the water on to boil for the dye baths when the master noticed he had a missed call from D and the agency director. Within a space of an hour we went from having a baby early next week to having a baby on Saturday, to having a baby that day. We divied the kids among my sisters and my folks, threw our bags (which were packed for two days of lounging at the family lakehouse) in Daddy's pickup, and flew to Houston. Levi James was born en route. We got a call about an our out that he was here and both baby and D were doing fine. Then T (agency staff person texted me a picture.) We got to see him almost immediately. He's thirty four weeks but just as pink and chubby as you could expect from a full-term baby. Afterwards, we met with D. She looked exactly like I pictured her in my mind. Is that odd or what? She's very pretty and sweet. She talks as though she will be open to contact, at least pictures and updates, so we are excited about that.