It was more of a visit than a walk, but it was by far the most important moment of my day. But the fact is that to get into this hospital and find the right room is certainly an exercise in, well, exercise. Luckily, parking was good today, but Michelle and I still had a long way to go to find our goal.
I met my niece today.
We came bearing gifts, tiny dresses and skirts and onesies for baby Caroline. We even picked up a stuffed Minnie Mouse for Ava, so she would know she was still loved, and that being an older sister isn't going to be such a bad deal after all. But Ava had gone home for the day with her grandparents. We called my father in Florida to share the news, and joked with my Uncle Joey about what Nick and Kerri have ahead of them.
I held Caroline for the first time, and so did Michelle. Our son is now more than twenty pounds, at eight months, and this little critter was less than seven. Her tiny fingers grasped Michelle's hand.
We didn't stay long. I kissed her on the forehead, happily anticipating several decades of playing uncle to another precious little one, and we promised to see them all later.
Time: 40 minutes.
New species: None.
Stranger hellos: None.
What else is going on: wrote two articles for the Hull Times; worked on the books; celebrated my first Father's Day with dinner at Michelle's parents' house; laundry, yard work, etc.