The day she was born the weather man predicted the storm of the year in Utah County. It was supposed to be epic. Everyone was getting home and preparing for what the next couple days would bring. The nurses at the hospital were chattering about the snow that would fill the streets, wicked wind... chaos at best.
As I looked out the window I pictured snow piled up around us only the abominable snowman could survive. I pictured wind so fierce the wicked witch of the west would float by on her bicycle. How could this storm really be that bad? I couldn't believe that they had to cancel all the schools including two universities, now that is unheard of.
One of our nurses said she brought clothes and planned on staying at the hospital, "there's no way I'll make it home tonight." Outside the sky was dark and grey as we waited for Lola and we waited for this stellar storm.
Then she came.
But the storm never came. Not a snowflake fell from the sky surrounding us, instead, it was peaceful all around. A Quiet and serene day just for her arrival.
Eight weeks ago today.
(From our hospital window.)