my baby brother is a daddy!

I knew today would be the day, because in the true spirit of my family, the kid was both upside down and backwards, so it was a scheduled c-section, but nonetheless I waited anxiously by the phone to hear that mommy and baby were both perfect and beautiful and priceless.

I get to meet him tomorrow, as I've decided to make the 4 hour drive to meet my new nephew, for five minutes, to drive back 4 hours to be home in time to see my kids before bed. A little kooky, I know, but I just can't wait to meet him, and I just can't miss tucking mine into bed.

And my brother's so cool about everything...I'm blubbering and stuttering on the phone and so excited and so happy and so sappy, and at the end I tell him "I love you more than the world" which is what I always say to my kids, and he replies...."cool." God I love that kid...how I wish I was more like him and didn't always walk around with my heart pinned to my sleeve.

When researching my family history (yes, I am a dork, thank you for asking) I came up with a list of names, because my brother thought maybe he'd name his son after someone in our history. He eventually decided not to (mostly because we're hill-billy by nature and "bubba" just didn't fly with his wife), but from this day on, in my heart, I will call my nephew by my favorite of all our "family names". So welcome, Freelove. Let the party begin.