Published: 28 Oct 2019
The mattress delivery was almost over when Carole arrived, with boxes of folded, cleaned new linens. Tim and Mike helped her with these as I was walking the delivery guys down to the front door of the addition, Carole and Sam’s digs. We wrestled in the two pieces of their Queen-sized mattress set and then it was on to the garage apartment with the last of the Queen-sized sets, Tim and Mike following us with the linen and towels from Carole’s car. As Grandpa had taught me, I tipped each of the movers a twenty and after they had thanked us, they were off. Once we had locked up Ben and Ken’s place we made sure Carole was alright with where we had placed everything in her place and we moved the boxes upstairs for her as the two knuckleheads hadn’t taken in her pregnancy when they plunked her boxes down just inside the front door to the place. Sam would be joining her later when he got out of work.
If this was camping out, then I could handle it. The cable had been connected and the electric was back on so we could use our laptops for everything but cooking, but we found out, just as we were going to get Carole and go get something to eat, that she had called Sam and he arrived, after he got out of work at the swim center of the University, with three buckets of fried chicken, plenty of sides, beverages, and packages of sturdy disposable plates and plastic utensils. It was really good, but Mike and Tim and I would be running that off tomorrow as we ran between the fields before showering in the late morning for our afternoon classes.
We took our cell phones with us as we ran and made sure we didn’t get too lost between the fields. It really was all laid out well and the views as we ran the next morning were great, we knew the others would love running here when we all got moved in, in just about three and a half weeks. I hadn’t been too sure where all the carpets and rugs went, but some were obvious. The largest one we unrolled on padding in the big family room, the dark green oriental we put in Grandfather’s room, and the really long runner we put in the upstairs hall. There were three other nice Orientals and after checking in with Grandpa we each picked one for our bedrooms, taking one down to the apartment in the garage for Ben and Ken. Then it was hit the showers and get over the mountain to our afternoon classes.
Of course, Mike and I took the longest and we took some ribbing about that, but what the heck. I did tell Tim that we were sorry that James couldn’t be here with him, and he blushed and admitted they had had Skype sex last night, and he had also got Grandfather to assure them that every time there was a need for the jet to come North, that James would be on board to visit with Tim. It was good to know that Grandpa approved of their relationship.
The next afternoon we all showed up back at the property, completely forgetting that it was Ben and Ken’s turn and they would be sharing duty with Sam and Carole who had stopped after work and gathered some things for their quarters from their apartment. So, the seven of us shared pizzas from a local restaurant and we found out that they had quite an extensive Italian menu available for take-out or for eating in at their spotless restaurant. The pizzas were excellent and after they were demolished, we left Sam and Carole at their place and we returned to the main house to tackle our homework and assignments. We each helped each other out when needed and we made short work of it and then we forged ahead another chapter in a couple of courses.
Ben and Ken left for their apartment about ten thirty with the intentions of breaking in their new mattress, we were all sure, and shortly after we all hit our own beds since we all had classes in the morning.
On Saturday we received a call from Matt and Grandpa and they explained that one item Mike and I had chosen from the furniture catalog was out of stock and we asked them to just choose another comparable item out for us instead, to be included in the big delivery in just over two weeks. I asked if the different rooms of furnishing would be labeled for the room it was intended, like it was on our order, and Grandfather said he would double check with the furniture company and make sure it would be, otherwise it would be a nightmare getting all the pieces in the correct rooms. He suggested we take notebook paper and label each room just the way we had indicated on our quite extensive order. That way, the delivery guys wouldn’t have to keep asking us for directions. We did that while it was still fresh in our minds, and we made them up for the others to put up in their living spaces too. It was a massive order, and this could make the delivery a lot more hassle free for us and the delivery crew.
Also, on Saturday, a representative from the security company came out and reset all the codes so that we would have a working security system again. There were separate, but integrated systems in the three distinct living areas, as well as one in the main barn and its stable. We figured that once we had some horses in there it would be good to have that building covered also. It would make communicating with whoever was down there easier as there was an intercom system built into the security system.
Our studies continued and keeping a chapter or two ahead made us all much more comfortable in our classes as it was easier to grasp the concepts discussed in class if you knew how the application was going to be eventually used. The professors seemed happy with all of our performances in class and we did really well in the tests and written papers we produced that first semester. We all felt comfortable taking a midweek day off on the day the furnishings for the property were delivered. We had spent the night in our rooms there since the delivery trucks were to arrive at our location by nine in the morning.
The first of the three trucks was opened up and the driver showed us how each pallet was shrink wrapped and was labeled with a specific room location. He explained that as the trucks were loaded, they had tried to keep all the separate rooms of furnishings confined to one truck. We determined that the bedrooms would be the first to be unwrapped and taken in the house and with six of them and seven of us able to help, we made short work of getting the bedrooms in the main house unpacked from the pallets and the furniture placed in the appropriate rooms. The lower floor rooms were next and then the addition rooms were next and finally the apartment over the garage.
By the time that the first trailer truck was nearly empty another van showed up and a crew of eight announced they were here to install the window coverings. Armed with cordless drills they began by installing the shutters on the first-floor room windows, and once the bedrooms had their furniture the installers moved to the second floor to stay out of the furniture delivery crews’ way. This was the way everything to be installed, and everything to be delivered was accomplished in one day. Preparation, organization, and common sense prevailed and Grandfather was pleased everything went so smoothly and that Mike and I had thought to have pizzas delivered along with beverages for the working crews’ lunch, which made it possible for the window coverings installers and the moving crews to stay on the property and not wander off trying to find their noon meal in a town strange to them.
By seven that evening the deliveries and the installations were completed and since by then everyone was home from school and work, we christened the new dining table in the space between the kitchen and the family room. Pictures had been snapped and sent to Grandfather and I was all set to fax him copies of the signed off receipts from the delivery guys and the installers when he told me that I should just put them in the top drawer of the desk in his newly furnished bedroom/office area, he would be up to see us all for Thanksgiving in just about a week and a half.
Over our fried chicken take out dinner I told the others what he had said, and Mike said he thought his parents were planning on moving here then also. Tim spoke up and said that James had mentioned something about Thanksgiving week to him too, so it looked like everyone would be here for the first holiday in the new property.
We got through the week of Thanksgiving, with greetings shared all around as various arrivals occurred during the week. We had just started to get settled into our newly furnished digs when they started to arrive. First to arrive was Mom and Dad Clarke, who arrived in their van, towing a small trailer with their belongings and the rest of Mike’s and mine. We all pitched in to get them settled in the two rooms set aside for them, letting them direct the unloading and unpacking into the new furnishings, and letting Mom unpack her kitchen boxes into where she wanted them in the kitchen, Mike and I helping where we could.
The next to arrive was Ben and Ken, who had packed up their belongings and arrived to move into the garage apartment. Granted it was not their first time out here, but this time they had all their stuff to bring into the apartment so they could begin living together full time, not just on the weekends.
Wednesday afternoon, about two o’clock a van pulled up to the front door and Grandfather, Matt and Jan, and James, still in his uniform arrived with boxes of stuff they had obviously flown up with, two boxes of which were our holiday meal that Matt and Jan had prepared in Florida and had immediately unpacked in the kitchen, most of it going into the fridge to be heated up the next day. Most of the rest of the afternoon was spent helping everyone get settled in, with the exception of James and Tim. They were getting themselves settled in their bedroom and Grandfather kidded that it took those two longer to say hello to each other. Our Florida contingent told us they were here for a week and that there were some things in the area they wanted to check out, but they knew that we students were getting revved up for final exams which some of us had in our electives near the end of the next week and the more important ones would start near the middle of the next one, all exams would be over by the tenth of December as the Winter break would start on the 15th.
It was great having everyone at the house. Meal times were the most fun as Mom would start a meal and then have five or six others trying to help her feed us all. Carole and Sam joined us for most of our shared meals, the only ones they missed were breakfast and lunch, since they had jobs during the weekdays. Mom claimed she never had so much help, or fun in the kitchen before. James and Tim spent as much time together as possible, but James realized that Tim did need time for studying. Mike and I usually studied together for an hour or two before we joined our own “in house” study group. Ben usually had Ken with him during these times and he was really good at looking up on the internet something we seemed unsure of, I guess it paid to have a reference librarian in the family.
It was just after a session like that, on the Friday night before Thanksgiving, that Mike and I were in our room and talking while we sat together on the loveseat in front of our fireplace. It had been quite chilly out that day, outside that is, the house was toasty warm. We all liked it warm inside, it wasn’t something we did just to make our Florida visitors comfortable. Mike was saying something about the chapter we had all just reviewed in our American History text and I admit I was in a totally different zone than he was right then. The flicker of the fireplace flames was reflected in his eyes and my eyes were fascinated by his mouth as he spoke. His muscled arm was lying along the back of the loveseat with the material of his T shirt stretched tight on him, his biceps spilling out of the super tight arms of the T and he had one of his legs akimbo on the seat while his back was against the arm of the loveseat. This only accentuated the tightness of the jeans he was wearing and how tight the seams were straining as he sat there talking about the American Revolution.
I think he was starting to get the idea that my mind wasn’t exactly on what he was saying, maybe somehow he could feel my eyes as they traveled his body, maybe he could feel my eyes wanting to get under those articles of clothing he was wearing, because I could tell his mouth was drying up as he kept running his tongue along his lips with just about every sentence. My right leg was lying against his on the seat and I started to rub my big hand up and down his muscular shin as he talked and when he paused for a breath, I started to caress his bare foot and running my hand up his pant leg. He stopped prattling on and asked me huskily if it was time for bed, and I told him that it might be, but I was enjoying so much just looking at him, and then I noticed something new, his engorged nipples were quite evident under the tight T shirt material, those same nipples that I loved to nurse on as I made love to him anally.
I told him it had been a long week already, and we had done ourselves proud on the tests we had completed that week, the last of the regular tests and quizzes before semester finals started in about a week and a half, and now our classes for the most part would be spent in reviews of each subject in preparation for those all-important finals, but right now I had something else entirely in mind, something much more carnal. Mike started to remove his T shirt, and I quickly removed mine in order to help him undress. I loved making him naked.
We did end up with me penetrating him that night, his turn would come about a few hours later when he would wake me up by slipping his cock into me as we slept entwined in the afterglow of our first love making of the night. I loved this about him, that we were equals in everything, size, build, sexual appetites, intellectually equals as well and the fact we loved, really loved each other was in itself a huge turn on. If he was just a bottom and I was just a top, I feel that over time we might have become complacent in our relationship. But being completely versatile made for some interesting mating sessions and that had helped us maintain our relationship for these last couple of years, since we first met in high school.
We were so sure of our love that we fully intended to marry either during the Spring break or right after classes were out for the Summer. We sometimes joked about eloping, but we now had this big extended family, and truthfully, I wanted Grandpa there, and I just knew that we couldn’t do the marriage thing without Mom there either, neither of us would never hear the end of it if she wasn’t involved to some degree.
Once we were thoroughly cleaned up and sated in the morning we went downstairs to see if there was anything we could do to help with breakfast, as all the residents would be home for that, plus we had our visitors to take care of too.
We guys spent the rest of the morning taking care of some of the small repairs we had found needed doing during our time out here, most of them out in the barn or the stable. Ken and Ben had asked Grandpa when Ken’s horses could be brought out here and Grandfather and he went off to the side and I saw Ken make a call on his cell and then hand the phone over to Grandpa a short time later, I told Mike that I thought horses would soon be in our future.
I was right because just after lunch there appeared a horse trailer, followed by a truck with a small trailer attached to it. This was packed with feed for the horses and the bed of the truck was filled with bales of hay. The two guys in the truck and the driver and his helper from the horse van all started emptying the bed of the truck and the trailer and soon one of the guys was spreading hay down in the stalls of the stable. It was a bit nippy out and I was glad we had tested the heating system in the stable and the barn just last week to make sure everything did work and now we saw one of the guys adjust the temperature settings.
When the stalls were ready for their occupants Ken stepped forward as his horses were led down the ramp of the horse trailer, followed by eight other horses who were all led into individual stalls in the stable section. There they had sufficient fresh water and feed put out for them already. Once the stall gates were closed each stall had someone there to welcome the horses to our home. Ken declared that Sunday afternoon there would be riding lessons out in the paddock attached to the side of the stable. He had begun to label each stall with the given name of each horse, and he had already loaded the tack room in the barn so that all the gear for each horse was labeled. Ben and Tim had been recruited to help him do this as each bundle of tack was unloaded after the horses had been stabled.
Once we had all been shown that, we all thanked Grandpa for doing this for us all and he said was he only wished that he could stay up here to watch us learn to ride, but he’d see us all at Christmas and we could tell him how everything went. If I knew this group he’d be able to see footage from everyone’s cell phones of us all learning riding skills. But a thought kept niggling in my mind and when Mike and I were alone, I asked him what he thought Grandpa meant when he said he’d see us at Christmas and we could tell him about our riding skills. Mike looked at me thoughtfully and said that he hadn’t thought about that, but now that I mentioned it, he thought Grandpa was thinking of taking us all to Key West for Christmas!!
When he stopped by our room later I asked him if that was his intention and he chuckled and told me that he figured that if anyone caught on to his little surprise it would be me. He admitted that he thought that after our semester finals were finished he wanted us to all come down to relax and get some sun, plus he told us he just wasn’t ready to spend a lot of time in the snow and cold temperatures we were all used to in the Winter. He asked us not to say anything to the others yet, he would offer the trip to those who had no other family to spend the holiday with, or other plans, but when he raised his plan up at dinner that night there were stunned looks of happiness and a few tears in people’s eyes.
He told us all that he hoped we’d all want to spend a week with him, and of course Matt, Jan, and James down in Key West for Christmas. He’d fly us all back mid-week between Christmas and New Years and his plane would be at our disposal to fly down on the eighteenth of December. He made sure that Mom and Dad knew they were invited also. Since we all couldn’t hug him at the same time, he instead got a standing ovation and then we all took turns hugging him.
The next morning, he and Matt, Jan and James left for the airport, Tim clinging to James until the last moment possible, but eventually they had to part. It was back to Skyping for them once again. But before that we all had our first group horseback riding lesson. Ken was in his element teaching us and even Ben paid close attention to what he was teaching us, and he had had private tutoring and been riding with Ben numerous times. He ended up helping when one of us had a little trouble and we also had a lot of fun. Ken called us his posse as at the end of the lessons about the tack and having Ben saddle a horse and demonstrate how and why everything he put on the horse worked we all practiced what we had learned and saddled up.
Once we were all saddled up, we rode around in the paddock, our instructor and his helper keeping a close watch on us and how we were doing. It took a little while, but soon we were all riding comfortably in the paddock. Unknown to us Mom and Dad both had video cameras on us almost all the time since our lessons had started. Grandpa would have a video disc on the way him before the weekend was over. It was so cool to be riding. Mike had ridden at a kid’s birthday party, when he was about nine, he said, but it was on little ponies and they only rode around in a circle at the end of a cul-de-sac in front of the kid’s house. He reigned in his horse next to me and we kissed. A kiss in which we shared the excitement of trying something new, something we could do just about every day, something we thought we would grow to love.
Our lessons didn’t stop when our ride was over, we had to learn the ritual of “undressing” our horses, the unsaddling of them, the grooming of them, and taking care of the tack, wiping it all down, especially in the winter Ken told us. Snow was predicted for the next couple of days, accumulation unknown as there were two fronts converging so it might be a few inches of the white stuff and then rain. Or the rain front could merge with the snow front and we might get slush falling during the daytime and then sleet or even hail in the overnight hours. Either way there would be no riding the next day, and possibly the one after that too.
We couldn’t smell the horsey smell Mom and Dad told us they smelled when our stable chores were over, but believe me all the couples had fun in our showers, and after I felt kind of bad for Tim since James had had to return to Florida, but he assured me that he had plenty of memories to conjure up in the shower, plus he and James could Skype later before bedtime.
While we helped Mom clean up in the kitchen that night, I tried to tell her just what I was feeling about living in the house with everyone who meant something to me. She held me in her arms and told me that I had built a family around me, without ever knowing what a family was really like, and that it was she and Dad who were proud to be included in my family, a family that had started building with my finding Grandpa. She told me that Mike and I and Dad and her could have made a nice small family back in Denver, but Grandfather making it possible to everyone to live together was certainly the icing on the cake.
The rest of that week was kind of intense study wise. We gathered after classes were out, the only difference was we had a ten-minute drive to get home first. We hit the first part of the semester’s lecture notes and we virtually relived those first introductory classes. We studied like this all the way through to the last classes of the semester, which only made prep for the last class quizzes easier for us, and once we had term papers to write we each had a bunch of editors and critics to pass on them before they were turned in for grading. This method of studying helped when it finally came time for the finals to start and we all went into them a tad nervous, but confident in our acquired knowledge. By the time the shuttle bus had arrived to take us all to the airport to catch Grandpa’s plane we had all received notice by email and through the post that we had all passed our courses with flying colors, none of us earning less than a B+ for our courses.
We all had our bags packed the night before and we all were looking forward to spending some time in the sun and with everyone at Grandfather’s house, none more than Tim who was pacing back and forth in the entryway. Trying to will the shuttle bus here right now!! Our arrival at the airport was met by the pilots, and James, who we were told had worn a rut in the tarmac waiting for us to arrive. I’ll say something for James right now….no matter how glad he was to see Tim again, no matter how much he longed to be sitting next to him and cuddling right up to him, he pampered the rest of us the whole flight, only taking time to sit with Tim when our refreshments had been served, or when our late lunch was served about two hours out of Key West. We all pitched in to do what we could to make his departure from the plane co-inside with ours so he could ride to the house with the rest of us.
We were warmly greeted by Grandfather, Jan and Matt. Everyone helped in getting the luggage from the mini bus into the house and the rooms assigned to us by the residents of the house, James and Tim sharing Jan and Matt’s little apartment with them. Mike and I had our usual room and we wasted no time in getting settled in as Grandpa sat on our bed as we put our clothing away. We chatted as we did, and he related to us how proud of us he was that we had done so well on our finals. He told us he had seen the discs that Mr. and Mrs. Clarke had shot of our riding lessons and he asked us if there was anything at the house that either bothered us or worried us. Each of us sat on either side of him and asked what he was getting at, was something wrong, or had someone made a complaint about us?
He chuckled and said that he hadn’t heard anything but good things from anyone, and he was just wondering, with so many people living in such close proximity to each other, there were usually a few gripes, but he just thought he’d check with us as we were close to all that lived there. He was very happy that everyone was getting along so good. We continued to chat, and I told him that it was as wonderful living in the big house as it was every time we came here to see him. I felt I was living in a true home, not just a house. I finally felt like I had a family. That got me a big hug from both sides as both Grandpa and Mike engulfed me.
Once everyone had settled into their rooms, we all met out on the patio by the pool and just laid out to soak up some of the afternoon sunlight. We lazily made some plans for our twelve-day visit, most of them around which beach we would visit on which day. There were four cars at the house, so transportation wasn’t a problem getting to the various beaches around the island. Being so close to Christmas there were excursions to Duval Street shops and even ones to the shopping plazas that line North Roosevelt Blvd. We didn’t all go in one big group, but we did try to be economical about it and four or five would go to one plaza and another car full would go to another and so on. It was so weird shopping on Duval Street. Most every place was a tourist geared shop. Yes, there were the national chain stores, well a few of them, and a few chain drug stores, but there were so many printed T shirt shops. You could find just about anything printed on a T shirt, some I wouldn’t be caught dead in, but some were just too funny for words.
There were some spectacular galleries scattered about and Mike and I really liked looking in these places. The art work was great and the craft items so creative. Some of the areas have street vendors and there was some pretty neat hand crafted jewelry which we ended up using as our main Christmas presents for both our friends and family, and if you really want to know we found a goldsmith at one spot who had made some extraordinary filigree bands that looked like intricate entwined branches with the tiniest leaves on the branches, all outlined in a solid band of gold both on the inside and the outside edge. We each ended up purchasing one. I bought Mike’s and he bought mine, but they were not to be worn now, they were going to be our wedding bands.
Many of our evenings we went walking as a group, sometimes doing something fun, like going back to the Escape Rooms, or stopping to eat at small restaurants or re-visiting the Olde Towne Mexican Cafe. Sometimes we just sat around on the patios talking or on clear nights watching the stars in the sky with all the outside lights out. There was a lot of nightlife, but most of us were too young for all that, but one might a group did go down to the bars and that was the night that Grandfather took the rest of us to a play at the Red Barn Theater. Everything downtown was within walking distance from the house so it was easy to get around even at night time.
Christmas was very festive. Our group had a blast opening our gifts and watching Grandfather and his “sons” open theirs from us. I have to tell you that Grandpa didn’t give ordinary gifts, they didn’t require gift wrap, just various sized envelopes. Some people got cash, some got checks, some got gifts of stocks and bonds, some got prepaid credit cards with very generous amounts on them, and the local guys got gift certificates for places in town, all of them getting a variety of them, everything from restaurants to clothing shops, as well as some cash. Mike and I each got some stock certificates in his company, actually quite a lot of them, as well as prepaid credit cards with thousands of dollars on them.
He sat with us alone later in the day and explained that with the amount of stock he had signed over to us that we now had voting rights at stockholder meetings and we asked how many other stockholders there were and where and when were the meetings going to be held. Without batting an eye he told us that the meetings would have to be held once a year, and that there were, as of today, six stock holders, and maybe the first time he came up to see us this year, probably for our wedding, we could hold a stockholders meeting at the house, since we would all be staying there. At our confused expressions he did chuckle and told us that he held the majority of the stock, so the meeting would be mostly a formality, but the other stockholders were Jan and Matt, Mom and Dad, James and Tim, and Carole and Sam. It was then that he told us that Mike and I held the most shares other than him.
He did say that there were some things we needed to talk about when he next came up to see us, but those things could wait until then. He then asked if we had settled on a wedding date and we told him we were thinking of right after the upcoming semester was over, probably the first week of June. We really wanted to concentrate on our studies and this way we could come down to see him, or if the storm season was going to be a bad one, he and the others could come up and stay at the house for most of the Summer, out of harm’s way. It was then we showed him our wedding rings and his hand went to the dog tag shaped pendant on a neck chain we had given him for Christmas. It was flat like a dog tag, but was like a couple of flattened out copies of our rings. The difference was his had the thin gold band running along the four sides of the rectangular filigree and it hung from a good-sized neck chain that hung to the top of his collarbones. It would look good on him with an open necked shirt on.
We explained to him that we wanted him to feel a part of our lives and this way it looked like our wedding bands had come from a part of him. This time he had tears in his eyes as he thanked us for our gift. We ended up joining the others just as James was getting on his knee in front of Tim and was about to propose. Of course, we got to see Tim accept and then Grandfather brought out a bottle of champagne and we all toasted the new couple. What better way to top off our festive Christmas day?
Leaving was difficult for us, but we knew we had to get back, and that having so many people in the house in Key West was difficult for our hosts. Yes, there were adequate sleeping arrangements and yes we did tend to spend as much time during the day outside, but we knew it wasn’t like at home where the rooms were much larger and there were many more of them so no one felt underfoot. Our departure was a tearful one but it had to happen so we left with James as he would be our flight attendant for our trip home.
The weekend was the beginning of the new year and we held a small celebration, enjoying ourselves and calling down to Key West to give our wishes for the new year to Grandpa and the guys down there, and we let Tim take the phone off speaker so he and James could talk privately for a while. When our second semester started the following week, we students got back in the groove quickly and not to make us sound like total geeks or anything, but we had used some of our time over the holidays trying to get ahead in our class work for the upcoming semester. We all felt better prepared by the time classes resumed.
We had another break in our routines when Spring Break came, and Mike and I informed all the students in the house that Grandpa’s plane would be picking us up for another trip to visit in Key West for a week. The older couples, Mom and Dad, and Sam and Carole, would be staying home. One of the big reasons for this was that Carole was nearing her due date and of course they would be staying home and Mom wouldn’t travel without Carole along, plus she wanted to be home when the baby arrived as Carole would need her around during this time.
We thought about staying home to lend our support, but Carole assured us she could wait to deliver the baby until we arrived back home, she wouldn’t want to deprive all the uncles of the chance to see the baby as soon as it was born. All worked out well on our trip and we got to spend a lot of time at the beaches on this trip. We also noticed that although Grandpa went with us many times, he had begged off on going along the same number of times he went, and he didn’t stay up with us at night as he used to do. But he showed us all a wonderful time and we thanked him for hosting us again.
We were welcomed home with the news that Carole was sure the baby would be born soon and wouldn’t you know it, the next day Sam called at seven in the morning to tell us Carole and baby Kate were doing fine. The contractions had started at two in the morning and they had left for the hospital right away. Kate was a bouncing seven pounds and looked like a miniature of her beautiful mother. He told us that everyone was settling in for a nap, but either late in the morning, or early in the afternoon would be good visiting times for us all. We all had breakfast and then Mom asked us to make sure she had all our laundry so she could get a few loads started before we went to see the baby and Carole about ten thirty. She suggested that Mike and I call Grandfather and let him know the baby had arrived and that all of us had all our gear for the new semester sorted out today since our classes would re-start the next day.
Everything went well with our hospital visit. We took a couple of cars and had a great time with Sam and Carole and little Kate. She was so tiny, and I was so nervous when it was my turn to hold her. I had never been around a baby before and I was amazed that this little baby would grow up to be a woman someday.
Art has once again graced us with another of his stories. You may contact him by email: ArtWest at CastleRoland dot Net
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