Yep, he made it on time; Kegan Alexander, 7 pounds, 12 ounces (much of that seems to be lung)!
Mom was able to end her 77th birthday visiting her new great-grandson, who was also celebrating a birthday.
Buried somewhere deep in the forest in another 4-generation photo. In that one, my mom is the infant, accompanied by Peg, her mother, Ethel, her grandmother, and Ida, her great-grandmother. If I am counting on my fingers right, grandmom Ida is Kegan’s great-great-great-great-grandmother (born in 1866, died 1935).
I need to work on two chapters today. I’ll look for the picture during the break between them. My head is spinning from all this family stuff. I need to hang out with my characters to get my bearings back.