Labor Pains

I am off to Colorado, Casey is ready to have that baby and I am going to be a granny nanny. 
I was thinking about how lucky Casey and John are to having a new baby. I am not sure they realize it yet, but they will. At this point they are more concerned with how are they going to fit another baby into their tiny apartment, how will they pay for the extra expenses, and how will affect the other two kids. What they haven't realized yet is that often the last baby is the one you enjoy the most. You already have experience and kind of know what to expect once you get that baby home. You also already know that for the first year you are not going to get much sleep. What you don't know and can't expect is that you are going to get another set of arms to hug you when you need a lift, another set of little lips to give you big slurpy kisses, and another someone to love you unconditionally.
As hard as I tried I could not remember what being in labor was like. Marc seems to remember it just fine. He says I yelled and screamed at everyone in the room. He also tells me that I appreciated ice chips that he spoon fed me. Obviously I was there, present in the room, and I am fairly certain that there was a lot of pain. But why don't I remember that? Maybe that is God's plan, that you won't remember, so women will continue to have babies. That is what I am wishing for Casey, that she will forget the pain quickly and enjoy that new baby and everything that she/he will bring.

First Love

This morning on my way to school they were talking about first loves and how important they are to every relationship that follows. This made my mind wander back to the 5th grade when I fell head over heels in love with Mike. He was very trendy for that era. He had one of those haircuts that looks like a crewcut from right behind the bangs, but then the bands are long. He also had freckles. For some reason I can't see freckles on anyone without thinking about Mike. Of course all of the girls in my class were jealous, I mean after all it was Mike. We "went out" off and on for the next two years and then our lives took us down different paths.
What lessons did I learn from my "relationship" with Mike? I learned that you won't die when a boy breaks up with you in the fifth or sixth grade, or any grade after that. I learned that my mom wasn't as stupid as I thought she was for telling me that. I learned that sometimes freckles don't look good on grown men. I also learned that someone that is trendy in grade school might grow up to us illegal substances because it is the cool thing to do. Last but not least, I learned that it is okay to try love out with lots of different people and if those relationships help lead you to where you are supposed to be then there was no time wasted or lost.