11-27-04 - 5:01 p.m.
woke this morning to chez sage iced like frosting on a wedding cake. snow, a foot of it and still falling, everything wrapped in that wonderful, eerie silence, everything gorgeous, even the tumbleweeds. spence and berries emerged from the house, flabbergasted, patti bundled like a pink burrito...oh yes, patti...
she arrived last thursday, berries laboring all day like a determined russian peasant, while i sat nearby and coached, struggling with my child's pain while she struggled mightily to push patti into the world. she did it, drug free and triumphant, while her doctor marveled at her strength, naming her the poster child for labor and delivery. and patti? well, what can i say; i knew all along she'd be bold and beautiful, a perfect cherub; after all, she's named after the first lady of rock, a little rumble doll. if i sound sentimental and dopey, i am. call me grammy.