One morning my oldest daughter, Rhonda, rushed in my front door“Mom, the most wonderful thing just happened.”
I smiled, remembering Rhonda's enthusiasm as a young girl, when she would come barreling into our home with news of her day. Now, as a wife and mother of two, she could still enerclize a room.
“Good morning, Rhonda, and a good morning to you too, sweet pea,”I said, picking up my two-year-old granddaughter.“Let's sit and have coffee and cookies. Then you can tell me all about your news.”Turning around, I looked at my daughter.“Are you pregnant?”