After birthing the book I WILL NEVER this week, I keep waiting for our nice driver–don’t know his name– in his little brown truck to come to my very doorstep with my baby. I expect Mr. UPS to do a jig when he gives me the box. I expect him to offer to hand out cigars around my neighborhood while he shakes my hand profusely. I expect him to ask the baby’s name. Date of birth. He’ll know the weight better than I since he probably has it stored in his little computer. I doubt that he’ll ask about the labor, but I just may tell him anyway.
But before the little brown truck gets here with my hard copies, Amazon.com has already made the birth announcement.
Check out my baby’s birth announcement on Amazon…
As one reader suggested–the baby’s announcement arrived just in time for me to give it back to God as a Father’s Day gift. All of this was His idea anyway.
Happy Father’s Day to my Abba.
And thank you.