Twenty One

This week, granddaughter Nora turned 21.  

I love remembering about hurrying to my office around midnight to look up directions to the hospital.  She was a little early and I wasn't prepared.  

Pulling on to the I75 entrance ramp from Berea and calling the hospital in Cincinnati to speak to my daughter.  The nurse said she was sreally busy, and at that moment I know Nora would be born before I had made the two hour trip.

And all the next day I sat at the hospital and watched the snow and rocked that precious little girl.

And now, still precious, she is finishing her third fall semester at University of Cincinnati, close to the hospital where she was born. Since her birthday was during finals week, we'll celebrate tomorrow.  Maybe.  If it doesn't snow too much today.