Well, one of my favorite holidays has just arrived, and as I ponder back to about 2:00 AM today when I sat dozing on the couch and dreaming of all the food, fireworks, and fun that we were about to have later in the day when my wife starts to softly call my name. Somewhat frustrated at the interruption of my dozing I grumble "huh...what's the matter?!?". She then exclaims six words that would change the entire course of the day.

... "I think my water just broke." ...

... So here I sit at the hospital, watching the doctors and nurses hook up needles and machines to my wife. As I sit quitely in our hospital room on the guest couch that converts into the semblance of a bed, minus the comfort and the ability to lay in any position other than the fetal position (how poetic), I think on all the plans we made for today and what a new adventures a baby will bring for the rest of the day.

... Somehow, I think this will turn out to be a better 4th of July than I initially expected. Smile