Yesterday my oldest daughter gave birth to a bouncing baby girl - and on her birthday no less. Mom and baby are both doing fine; although, they ended up having to deliver by cesarean section after unsuccessful attempts to induce the labor. Oh, dad is doing fine too.
My wife is flying out to California on Saturday to stay with her for a couple of weeks. Our plan is for both of us to go in March for the baby blessing.
I guess this is it, now I'm officially old. I've never been an old person before. I'll have to talk to my High Priest group leader to see if they have lessons for how to be an old person. Being the youngest of 6 children, I'm the last one of my siblings to reach this milestone. In fact, my oldest sister is already a great-grandmother (there is a big age difference between me and my oldest siblings).
Today is my wedding anniversary. 27 years, 4 children, and now 1 grandchild. We've had our ups and downs. Fortunately, there are been more ups than downs. I wouldn't trade the last 27 years for anything.
Other than going out to dinner tonight, we're not really doing anything special. We've never really made a big deal of our wedding annivesary. It started with our first annevsary. My oldest daughter was born the day before our first anniversary by cesarean section (as were all of our children); so, we spent our first anniversary becoming used to being parents and with my wife in the hospital recovering from surgery. In the subsequent years, our focus was more on my daughters birthday rather than our anniversary. Coming right after Christmas is also a factor in why we've never made a big deal of our anniversary.
So, on our 27th anniversary, we are spending our time becoming used to being grandparents and with my wife spending the day packing getting ready to go to California (she has to be at the airport at 6:30am Saturday morning).
I'm feeling a bit melancholy today. I love my wife; but, I wish I could be the man that she deserves. A real man that doesn't have a thing for other men. But, I guess life isn't fair. Life dealt her a grumpy old queer for a husband. (perhaps I'm being a little hard on myself)