Cradling Bob

Back in 1978, a young couple prepared for their first child. The proud father-to-be, wanting to make something for their baby, decided to build a cradle. The baby was me. The proud father to-be was the current grandfather-to-be, Bob. That was 32 years ago, so in this shot, my dad was the same age I am now. It's hard for me to believe he was ever that young. And even harder to believe that some day, my daughter will think the same thing about Will and me.


Since then, 23 other babies have slumbered sweet dreams my cradle. Appropriately, Little Miss S will be baby 25. Baby Walter was ousted two weeks ago, so this anxious mama could get her ducks in a row. And on Thursday, Grandpa Bob drove 7 hours to deliver the cradle to Milford. (He arrived at 6pm and was gone by 7am the next day - crazy man!)


It fits in our room wonderfully, though Owen has mixed thoughts about the new piece of furniture. Just wait until he meets his new baby sister! Oh my...

I feel so fortunate to have such loving parents, and a dad that would hand build me a cradle and deliver it to my home 32 years later, for my baby. Thanks, Dad! You're going to be an awesome Grandpa.