I took a red-eye from Florida last night and arrived in San Francisco unannounced this morning. You should have seen the look on the beautiful and charming Susan's face. Priceless.
"What are YOU doing here?" she asked, a little bit confused.
And then she promptly ignored me to take care of the baby.
Ali was being wheeled out the door as I was walking in. A simple procedure was scheduled for this morning. She had a little tube called a "peg" surgically inserted into her belly so that she can be nourished while a speech tharapist helps Ali re-learn how to swallow.
So there was a bunch of activity when I got here that stole the thunder away from my big entrance. Timing has never been one of my strong points.
After the operation, I got to hold little Ali and she fell asleep in my arms. What a difference since the last time I held her ten days ago. When I held Ali before, she was like a little limp sack of potatoes. Today, I could really feel her muscles working and her kind of snuggle into me. That's a feeling no amount of money can buy.
As Ali was recuperating this afternoon, she was kind of uncomfortable and pretty vocal about it. But, again, she was very responsive to my attempts to comfort and quiet her.
I'm one happy grandpa ;)