Our Kate is pregnant.Our baby is having a baby. Never mind that she's on the downward slide toward 25 years old, as the youngest of the sisters, she is eternally the baby of the family.
Saturday evening brought tears I held back as both she and James cried when they told us. Parents pray their children's tears will be tears of happiness, not worry, at the news of a new baby. And we hope our answering tears will be joyful, not mingled with doubt and concern.
The pieces of life--finances, living arrangements, healthcare and job concerns--add an underlying stress to their announcement.
We will, all the same, lovingly welcome a new member to our clan sometime around Easter 2009. A spring time baby.
Having cleared the hurdle of telling parents, Kate has been making phone calls to her sisters and aunt. I sense a growing excitement among les trois tantes. They are already making plans for a girl child. I dig through a closet, find a box and carefully unwrap Katie's baptismal gown of nearly twenty-five years ago. I remember her Easter birthdays and Barbie cakes.
This family is ready for the joy of new life and the hope that comes with it.
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