I was without an internet connection for two days. At least I thought I was. When re-organizing my bedroom I unplugged and re-plugged our connection. I was sure I did it right and that the problem must have been some sort of external broadband glitch. But the technician who came to my house reminded me I needed to plug the cord into the jack that said "phone line". He only laughed a little...until he got back into his car, I'm sure.
Mother's Day.....mimosas with brunch at the beach....sand-caked girls swimming in the ocean....adults talking baby stuff beneath blue skies and sunshine. Perfection.
I should finish this project. I've been putting off the back cushion, thinking I might get a phone call while sitting at the sewing machine. I could have been done by now. (I should be done by now.)
I'm doing a sort of mini-redec in our bedroom (during which I "lost" my internet connection). Nothing major - just trying to make the room a little more peaceful and summery. It's making me very happy right now.
All is in order for the baby. I'm packed. I got onesies. I went to confession. I'm praying daily for grace....more grace, to be a good mother to my son.
So far no one has guessed his first name, but you nailed both middle names. Lots of great guesses - several we seriously considered.
Hope to have news for you soon. :)