I’m reminded of the famous play, Waiting for Godot, where the action centers around two people anxiously awaiting the arrival of someone who never appears… The watched kettle in our family is little Noah, who will make his appearance sometime around the end of August.
His mama is my niece, my little Kirsty. Little Kirsty was just a baby herself a blink of an eyelash ago. Now she is getting ready to give birth! The night she arrived on the planet, we were all so happy for my brother, our family went to celebrate at the local landmark restaurant, the Colonnade. Since the Colonnade is no more, we’re going to have to figure a way to survive the highs and lows of life without that landmark place as a constant.
Where shall we wait for Noah?