Tonight I'm in Portland. As in Oregon. Actually in a small burb if this town can be called small.
Hubby remained home while daughter and I flew westward, hoping we will be here while the next grandson/great grandson will be born.
It's difficult, you know, trying to purchase reasonably priced plane tickets which require a 2 or 3 week pre-purchase in order to get a decent price, all the while hoping that your window of visit covers the time of actual birth.
Tomorrow we're taking Momma for a long walk. We want to get this show on the road. We don't want to come to the end of our stay and return home, with baby still in Mom's womb.
Tonight we have a fire in the fireplace which feels really, really good. It's cold here today.
Here's a "hello" to hubby and the rest of the family, awaiting news of this new baby. We'll call as soon as something happens.