Waiting On Baby

The longest days are those when you are waiting for a baby to arrive. At least that has been my day. Almost a thousand miles away, my brother's family is anxiously awaiting their newest arrival. The arrival that will make him a grandpa. Where did the time go?

I remember when we were little kids. We had bunk beds although I think I usually ended up with him. He had a Stretch Armstrong that we would, well... s-t-r-e-t-c-h. On the Fourth of July we would put firecrackers in a metal coffee can and smoke bombs in the metal pipes of our swing set. When he got his first car he would crank up the volume on the cassette player and then hit his power booster. The day he got married he missed the drive to the church a couple of times. The day I got married he put bunny ears behind my head, wedding veil and all. He will always be my big brother.

My big brother who will now be called Grandpa. Just seems kind of crazy and yet, so right. I remember when we would stay all night with my grandparents and our grandpa would always get up at midnight on Saturdays to watch wrestling. My grandpa and his overalls. And his CB radio. And his dominoes. Wonder what kind of grandpa my brother will be.

I can't see him in overalls or talking on the CB or for that matter, playing dominoes. But I can see him out in his garage tinkering away on his newest drag car with a little granddaughter at his side. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he dedicates a whole corner to her complete with a pink tool box and kid-size wrenches. Like my own dad has, he'll probably have cute little pictures tacked up here and there behind a door that reads "Men Only". Of course, that rule will be broken for those that have stolen his heart.

And the little baby girl we're waiting on? Little Lily? Well, she'll be the one to do that.

If she would only hurry up.