…and Adrienne turned to me and said, “Whoa, in a few weeks I’m going to be a Laurel!”
And on Thanksgiving I realized that she only has two more Thanksgivings at home.
5:56 pm
9 lbs. 9 oz.
22.5 inches long
Windy, rainy and cold outside. The Buffalo Bills were playing the Houston Oilers. I blinked, and now in a few weeks she is going to be a Laurel. (For those of you who don’t know, a Laurel is what we call the girls in the oldest age group of our church’s Young Women’s program.)
