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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

The Muffin

03/29/2016

I try not to think of myself as a senior citizen or just plain old, but I sometimes sure as hell feel like it when I get out of the bed in the morning (more so in the middle of the night) or out of a chair after sitting for a while. I suppose this is just a fact of life, part of getting older, and I am getting older.

The upside for me at this phase of my life hit me last September 3rd with the birth of one Lynnley Grace Carder at about 9:30pm on that wonderful Thursday night. The Nancy and I got to witness the birth in a fashion. We, along with about a dozen others, some with ears pressed against the hospital suite’s door, finally, after being outside the room in a hallway for at least an hour, heard some movement indicating the birth had occurred. We were joyous, and even more joyous when the door opened and we were allowed back into the room. There we found Lynnley cradled by her mother with her father looking on in utter amazement. It was a magnificent, beautiful scene and one I will never forget.

Later that evening when The Nancy and I had returned to our hotel room and hit the sack there a point in the middle of the night where I became restless and somewhat awake. As I lay there my mind wondered to thoughts of the baby, it was at this point I thought to call her “The Muffin,” and it has stuck. She will forever be The Muffin to me, and a beautiful little muffin she is.

I can just see Lynnley and I someday, the great-grandfather and the great-grandchild, having a one-on-one breakfast at Bob Evans as I have done with other grandchildren over the years. It was wonderful with them and I know it will be wonderful with her. I am so looking forward to the day.

I just love this little girl so much. I have loved her all of her life. She makes me feel young again.

And that is all I have to say about that…