Home Again Dancing a Jig
It is hard to believe that it has only been a week since I left for Sitka with a hunch that the baby was coming-- and now we are home safe with her. The ferry arrived at 4:30 this morning. (Chip is back too, he flew in from visiting great-grandma Joanne in Florida in time to catch the ferry when we docked in Juneau. He ate fried alligator down there, and said it was good. What a world.) Anyway, it was a nice ride from Sitka on the ferry with all the teams, cheer squads, pep bands, families, and fans from the Region V high school basketball tourney. Although I was more than a little worried about all the germs, but my daughter and her husband weren't. I was also worried about the air in their stateroom, since you can't open the window, but again they weren't. I do think that they should get a gallon of hand sanitizer to keep by their door at home, what with all the visitors on the way (as soon as the blizzard quits?), but again, they think I am kidding. Thank goodness they don't have my worry gene. They are relaxed, happy, and seem to have not a care in the world beyond the feeding and changing and holding of little Lani. It is a miracle. Lucky them, lucky us. I am off to do some laundry, check the mail, work on my Woman's Day column and head over to my neighbor Betty's to pick up the soup she's made for the new parents. Pearl is not worried about anything either, she has decided the sofa is preferable to the snowy gale today, so I have too. Tonight we will head out for the concert at 7 in the Chilkat Center-- it is supposed to be wonderful, and there will be a cello. That seems like the perfect tone for how we all feeling-- full, warm, and-- " rich in love."