I went home for the memorial day weekend. It was a last minute decision spurred by the fact that Hailey was being christened and I would be the worst auntie in the world if I didn’t pay the 61 dollars round trip for the first Greyhound home.
The ceremony (my first) lasted all of 20 minutes. The actual moment of truth was obscured by the priest standing in my line of sight. The object of all the attention slept through the entire event, apparently un phased by her brush with eternal damnation. That’s my monkey girl.
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Today at 1:25am (CST) I had the pleasure (mixed with a healthy dose of exhaustion and a slight tinge of nausea) of welcoming my niece into the world.