She was born just after noon on a Friday.
Ten little toes. Ten little fingers.
A head full of hair.
Perfect and pink.
"The best sound in the world," said her father, my handsome young stepson.
It has been 15 months since the birth of our first grandchild, Parker. The baby we did not get to hear.
We did not get to spoil.
She was born sleeping.
And, yes, for the past nine months we all have held our breaths and prayed like crazy.
Yesterday, our prayers were answered.
Robi Drew was born crying.
And that couldn't have made us happier.