My husband picked me up from work - and took me to a surprise destination for our anniversary - a hotel in Buckhead, and then dinner to Maggianno's - wonderful Italian food. My niece had her baby - whom we go to meet on Saturday. She is perfect, by the way - 7 pounds, 2 ounces - 18 3/4 inches long - with a head full of black hair! Absolutely adorable, and mother and baby are both doing well. As I held her for the first time, I was expecting the deep joy that accompanies most births. I'm so happy for my niece, and her husband, and my sister and brother-in-law as "Momma D" and "Diddypopper" - (instead of grandma and grandpa). What I wasn't expecting was the pervasive sorrow that washed over me - knowing that I will never, ever hold my own child, let alone my own grandchild. The sorrow passed, the joy remains, but I was quite shaken for a few minutes - I thought that I had long ago grieved over (and gotten past) not having children.
We then spent some time at my parents' house - which was delightful, as always. We played some cards, then went to Kohl's. I bought a pair of jeans - no big deal, right? Well, it was for me. I actually bought jeans that did not have elastic of any kind in the waist - they fit, and they look GOOD! This means that FINALLY my hips and my waist are in proportion, which is an amazing thing for me. It has been years since I purchased jeans, and even longer since I got anything without elastic.
A dear, dear friend came up to me yesterday at church and said something rather startling, except that I know he usually means something OTHER than what you first think he means, so I was happy with his remark. "You are a little hippy." Normally, no male in right mind would EVER say that to a female, under ANY circumstances. But what he meant was, "You used to be a LOT hippy, now you are just a LITTLE hippy." One of the best compliments I have had in a long time.
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