Two birthdays

Two birthdays on the same day. 

One was a real birth. Start spreading the news. 

The other was the fourth anniversary of a real birth. Happy birthday Luisa!

Andrew wrote this morning saying they were on their way to the hospital. Margaret's blood pressure was up and the doctor wanted to check things out. We were in Boston at another hospital (Mary had a stress test) and hurried home. By the time we got home, Margaret called and said the baby was going to be born today. A C section. She said "Luisa will have a birthday twin." 

So, we canceled everything and started to prepare for an early am takeoff. Simon will stay with a neighbor tonight. 

The world stops. Nothing else matters.  So happy for mother, for father, for brother and for baby sister.  Why is it always such a surprise, this miracle?  And check out the picture. Why is it always such a surprise, this teeny weeny size?

I had a whole other letter drafted in my head about the traveling Wilburys, I mean Dicksons, since Joe and family spent ten days in South Africa, Annie went to Jaipur, Jeff and Melodie were in Mexico, Daniel was touring Europe, Claire went to NYC for her band concerts. So did we, and Peter. Janet went to Hershey PA. 

So much going on and deserving of prominence each one. 

But another Dickson?  How wonderful. 

Love from up here