So… it has been a while. I understand rumors began to sprout up about our mysterious disappearance from the blog. Let me put your mind at ease. We have not boarded a ship bound for adventures unknown. Nor have we been driven into hiding by distrustful parts of the government determined to regulate family size. And while an idyllic cabin hidden away by year round snowcapped mountains may be appealing, the forever un-melting snow would send me looking for more temperate weather. In short, we are still where we have always been. But for reasons I will explain, I have been unable to approach the blog.
But before that, I have to share some of the best news. At the end of last year, we learned the Wife is expecting our #10. I wish I could have captured the children’s faces when we told them. Eyes growing wide and their little grins dispelling any distractions they might have had. The excitement in the room became an electric force which caused the little ones to jump up and down. Wife gathered a round of hugs from the children, which was followed by a second round of hugs. It took some time to get through hugging all those children.
Wife and I are always pleased to see the children’s enthusiasm at the prospect of another baby. Their love for one another seems as endless as their mother’s. They look forward to a new baby to hold, a new sibling to play with. Of course it helps that the baby always comes out so adorable.
Now for the bad news. Just after Christmas, my grandfather, Gweat-Gwammpa to our children, peacefully received his eternal reward. While his passing was not unexpected, it still came as a harsh surprise, like a bucket of cold water.
I knew I would need to touch on my grandfather’s death when I next sat down at the blog, so I lingered. I delayed and mourned with the rest of our family. Enough time has passed now to help make the wound my grandfather left behind bearable. While we could never forget him, a certain amount of normalcy has returned to us. I have to say our children have been the biggest blessing to help us through our grief. The demands of children are not to be ignored, and ours least of all.
Happily, we were able to share our good news with Gweat-Gwammpa before Our Father called him home. As we care for our growing family, we remember that we walk in the footsteps of our grandparents. We look to our future as we see their past. And with a new baby on the way, our future could not look much brighter.