She was named thoughtfully but hastily—she was baptized almost immediately. She was born at 23 weeks and 5 days and for the longest time her parents could not hold her. Marcie soon went home and she and Andrew took it in turn to drive from Rockville to George Washington Hospital to hold her. Before long they were able to hold her against their bare skins to let her know how much they loved her. Gradually her precarious health improved, and after 118 days she went home.
Today is Veronica's fifth birthday. She will be starting school in September. We all look forward to seeing her in Ohio in August—she'll be able to hold her own against everyone.
This element in my blog needs to be constantly up-dated. When I began it, I thought I had things to say. I thought I had a valid way of saying them. Now I am not so sure. I do know I have information to pass on to my twenty two grandchildren and the days of photo albums are over. So my five children and their children can find some of their heritage here. And some of my observations.