I just glanced at the clock and realized that for the first time in a dozen years, I’m inside of a house puttering around instead of participating in the Myrtle Beach Marathon. With my track record, I’d probably be around Broadway at the Beach about now along with my slow pals at the back of the pack. I didn’t even register for the event this year, and I have a perfectly valid reason. Carrie’s Colton was due on February 17th, so I figured I’d be needed in Savannah to help her out with the other three bambinos.
And I was right. Colton Edward arrived around 6:00 last night, all 9 lbs. and 9 oz. of his chubby little self. Judging by his picture that his dad sent to my cell phone, he’s healthy little bruiser. Lib and I are headed east to see him in about an hour, and we’re both anxious to see him up close and personal (I’ve never seen a baby that big) and to ascertain for ourselves that his mother is fine.
So I won’t be walking/jogging along Ocean Boulevard, King’s Highway, and 21st Avenue today with the marathon crowd; I’ll be heading to GA to see my youngest grandson. I won’t be getting the medal at the finish line; I’ll be getting a good look at a beautiful baby.