This page should be blank.
This issue was perilously close to being unpublished, each story unfinished and photos just dangling up in the cloud.
I’ve been distracted, detained and otherwise engaged most of the month, my work way down at the bottom of the list of priorities. Sorry, but it’s true.
You see, I became a grandmother!
That’s Theodore James Collins Spearman in the picture. He was born April 19, 8 pounds and 10 ounces, 21 inches with a glowingly high Apgar Score. He came early and fast and caught us all by surprise, which added to the rawness of emotion that we have all been experiencing. For various reasons that add up to more than an editor’s letter, my daughter was in Atlanta when baby Teddy rocketed into the world and now he and his parents are staying with us a few weeks, filling our home and hearts with more joy than I’d ever thought possible.
I sit staring into his deep blue eyes for hours, rocking in the same rocking chair I lulled my own three babies to sleep in years ago. In fact, rather than pushing copy through to my designer, I pushed Teddy around the block in the stroller my husband hastily (but properly) assembled. When I should have been interviewing the men featured in this issue, I was whispering sweet nothings into the baby’s tiny ear, sure he was hanging on my every word.
I am besotted.
Those of you who are blessed enough to be grandparents understand what I mean. The overflowing love and calm concern I feel for my (grown) daughter is now doubled, as I spend my hours studying Teddy’s expressions and dreaming of his future. It’s so very bright.
But for now, I must press SEND on this letter and this issue and hope your June is full of surprises and discovery.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads in your world. I know the new dad in mine will be busy on June 16, rocking his newborn son…that is if I can give up my coveted spot in the rocking chair.