Last Hoorah

We made our way to the lake today in a last ditch effort to squeeze just a little more fun out of the waning summer.

And it was good. There weren't many people at the beach, the water was chilly at first but once you took that plunge and got all wet, it was refreshing.

The sand was hot and the sun gave us all one last bit of sunny glow to our skin.

We were planning to make this trip yesterday but Tom got a text in the middle of the night on Friday/Sunday. It let us know that the newest grandson had been born.

So we put off our lake trip so Tom could head to Huntington to see Noah, born three weeks early but weighing six pounds, seven ounces. That means we weighed more than both my girls. Alyssa weighed six pounds even. She was only eight days early. Olivia was NINE days late and weighed only five pounds two ounces.

But whatever. I saw pictures, Noah is beautiful. But then, what baby isn't?

This makes five grandchildren for Tom. Yikes, huh? Or maybe I should reframe and say, "Yay!"

So the lake trip was the icing on the cake that is a new baby in the family. Yeah. Okay.