Cindy and I left Aruba as the ordinary parents of three wonderful children. However, when we return we will do so having been transformed into proud grandparents! Two days ago, on September 10th, at 2:40 p.m., a 7 lb 13 oz, 21.25″ long beautiful baby boy entered this world. His name is James Anthony Elias Carey, God’s gift to our son, Jeremy, and his wife, Fran.
I was fortunate to be able to hold him in my arms for a little while yesterday. He made his grand entrance almost a week late, barely in time for me to see him in person. Fran’s due date was the 4th. I had scheduled time in California in between two strings of shifts in the emergency department in Florida. So, Sweet Baby James came just in time for me to say my hellos prior to flying back to the east coast. As I write this on the plane flying 35,000 feet in the air just north of Yosemite, my heart is filled with joy over his recent arrival and longing for the next opportunity to renew our young acquaintance. Cindy has remained behind to enjoy a few more days of James’ company and to offer help to Fran and Jeremy as needed. Nine days from now, she and I will meet up in Atlanta to board our plane back to the tropics.
Since our last Beatitude update, we’ve both flown to Vero Beach for a week. There, I worked in a new hospital (for me), Indian River Medical Center for six shifts while Cindy was able to travel to Lakeland to catch up with friends for a few days. Last Wednesday, we flew to California to await the birth of our grandson (by the way, our first grandchild). We were able to hang out with our son and daughter-in-law for a few days before the grand event occurred. Now, I am on my way back to Florida for another week of shifts in the hospital before our return to the Caribbean.
I miss our home, Beatitude, which awaits our return to Aruba. It cannot come soon enough. I yearn for the sea and the sun, the birds and the fishes, and the adventure and excitement of our life on the water.