SPECIAL TIMES: BIRTH-DAYS
Our first born, a son, a day home from the hospital in 1969 In the arms of his maternal grandmother In the arms of his paternal grandmother In the arms of his papa Years later, he with his own first-born child, a son, in his own arms! J A little doll, of course, must have a perfect doll bed. We didn’t know ahead of time if she was going to be a ‘she’ or a ‘he’, so I had to wait to decorate the bassinette until after she was born. The only skirt I had for it was pink, however – one my Mom used on a year-size crib for my younger sisters. Had she been a boy, the bassinette would have had blue ribbons but no skirt. Our son holding his new sister New daughter in the arms of her maternal grandmother – her first granddaughter. A couple of years later gentle signs of motherhood had not yet kicked in . . . but by the time a sweet little niece (her younger sister’s second daughter) came along in 2002 she was doing okay. Our youngest daughter in the arms of her maternal grandmother – only a
