A wonderful and "M"arvelous Monday to you all  !

Hope your day is going well.  Mine started amazingly well.  Walked to my department in the hospital, and found a frantic father (soon to be grandfather) rushing to the information window to get help for his daughter who was in full labour in the car.

Well, let me tell you.  It was quite priceless.  So he wanted a porter and wheelchair stat.  I said by the time, a porter comes, you'll daughter will have given birth so lets go.  We proceeded to front of the hospital lobby and grabbed an available wheel chair, and headed out front doors.  Poor gal was in full labour and just so distressed.  Boy did that ever bring back memories three times over lol.

Low and behold, a very patient, and calm father (her husband) beside her helping her in the chair and grabbing the baby car seat and luggage.  I think the soon to be "granddad" was a mess more so than the father to be ....

So then I started thinking as I escorted them into the hospital and to the elevators to labour and delivery, that wow, what a proud father (grandpa to be)... he was so genuinely concerned because his "baby girl" now woman, is giving birth to her own.

It was truly a touching moment guys.  Because all you DADS out there, know how attached you are to your baby girls.  He had taken the time to drive them to the hospital, and be there for them. 

Now comes a story that definitely has stuck with me for life.  As some of you know, I come from a large family (The Italian version of the BRADY BUNCH)... brought together by much love and circumstance... two young widows with children of their own, and then added two more to the clan.   So when my  parents were wed, they were an instant batch of 5 strapping young boys/men.

As the story continues, these two fine people struck by grief, of losing their spouses shortly after they both immigrated, was more than they can bear.  Did they marry out of love back then, well yes, but more so out of necessity I imagine.  My poor father was left to raise four boys, and my Mom a son of her own.  In this day and age, what woman would marry a widow with four boys.  But as it goes, this was truly a blessing, because along came two more children of their own.  The expanded version of many TV shows, like the Partridge Family and many other major films, like "8 is Enough" and "cheaper by the dozen'..... lol.

Well, when my dear father found out my Mom was pregnant, he was more than ecstatic.  After many years of stories from him, he was overwhelmed with fear, of having more and more boys, and was truly wishing for a daughter.  Back in the day, ultrasounds were a thing of the future, and if anything, not done unless an emergency warranted it. 

So along came ME !!!! yes me the "B"....  Dad's were pretty much not welcomed into the labour and delivery rooms, and he had quite the clan at home, so he waited with anticipation for the "phone call".  Let me tell you, after all these stores, from various brothers and Dad himself, he was overjoyed.  To the point of a 3 day hangover, and never made it to the hospital to see Mom that day.  He had his own party at home.  Too cute though, come on.... So cute, he went out and got her a "mink stole" (not sure if that is spelled correctly" but he was overjoyed.  So today, after seeing that proud "soon to be grandpa" , I thought of the way Dad must have felt,  when I was born, and  after having all these boys.  Truly many blessings, because not long after he had yet another son.  to add to our fabulous "7"...

Happy "soon to be parents" to all.... and even more "happier soon to be grandparents" to all.  These are the moments that make more and more memories.  Hugs to all "fathers and daughters" and "Mothers and sons", and to all that are given the opportunity to be parents and grandparents through marriages and not just through threw blood lines.  To all the single parents raising their sons and daughters TOODLES... make memories, and stay kind all...
love you all "B"