Dave Brubeck has something else in mind, but for me, now, “Take Five” will make me think of grandchildren.
As in, “Would you care for some grandchildren?”
As in, “Sure, I’ll take five.”
It will also make me remember how Take 5 in labor and delivery, was just as exciting as Take 1, Take 2 , Take 3 and Take 4.
They’re all perfect, healthy, beautiful, bright and funny – and all as different and delightful as can be.
Pop and I are so lucky.
Big brother’s first words at the hospital upon meeting the wee one: “He’s really cute. He looks like a little old lady with no teeth, right?”
(I’d actually noticed in the L&D room that twice Silas made an expression that looked much like my grandmother, Verna Jewel Tackett, when she had her false teeth out, so Jude was actually pretty right on.)
Sylvia’s first word upon seeing him was a questioning, “Baby?” By the time she left, though, she said, “Bye-bye, Silas.”
She’ll get used to him. The rest of us already are. For John and I, he’s the piece we didn’t know was missing, the fifth wheel that makes our LollypopWorld turn more smoothly.