On Christmas Day (Jeff's birthday!) he opened his final gift and was more surprised at the contents in that tiny box than I have ever seen him. After unwrapping for what seemed like forever he revealed a pair of tiny, unbearably soft, yellow baby booties and within seconds understood exactly what they represented. THE BEST GIFT EVER.
That evening when my family arrived to help celebrate Christmas we told them as well- every year I make my mom a calendar with pictures of her grandkids that I have taken or have collected. She flipped through it, admiring as always. When she got to August I asked her to check and make sure I had all of the birthdays written correctly. She skimmed and when she got to the 31st I had written "Grandbaby #4 Due!" She, as well as my Dad, were SHOCKED. Word spread fast and within seconds the squealing began.
What a BLESSED holiday.
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