A decade ago today, Momma told Stephen, Lizzy, and I to go pack overnight bags, that we were going to stay with our friends for that day and possibly overnight. We went to our bedrooms and pulled out some clothes and stuffed them into bags.
“You’re going to get a new baby brother or sister today!” Dad and Mom
told us as we tromped into the car. We celebrated and bounced up and
down and were a little bit scared, all at the same time.
They dropped us off at the residence of the P__ family, then continued on to their destination.
Our young minds quickly left the topic of new baby and
refocused on playing with the other kids. We found the playmobils and
guided them through an adventure. We went outside and played on their
swing set. We played checkers on a big cracker-barrel style mat thing.
We went on a walk around the block with them and their mom.
And then that evening, while coloring pictures with the family’s only
girl and Lizzy, using markers from a butterfly shaped art case, I was
handed the phone.
“Hi Hannah!” came Dad’s voice “you have a new baby sister! Her name is Esther Ruth.”