A couple of months ago we received a little surprise. Last week Larkspur, Beatrix, and I listened intently as my midwife searched for our new baby’s heartbeat. I held my breath, listening for the quick pitter-patter above my own thump-thump. Eventually the sound we were waiting for filled the little room and I listened as my midwife counted quietly under her breath, each precious beat. I exhaled as my eyes filled with tears. Sometimes the unexpected gift is the one most precious.
After my appointment, Larkspur and I did the obvious thing, and stopped in at the yarn store to buy yarn for the new baby while the others went on to lunch. This little one will join us in the fall, the perfect time of year for a knitter’s baby to be born. Larkspur and I each chose one skein of yarn. She will knit a hat, and I, a tiny sweater.
After lunch it was decided that rather than face I-95 and sitting for hours in traffic to get back home, that we’d take the long way through Maryland. We stopped at Purse State Park and spent hours hunting for fossils instead. It was a perfect way to end the day. We often take the long way home, and we are always glad that we did.