Where did Busha go? Oh my goodness, so many places! First, I admit that about a month ago, before my trip to Chicago, my word well went dry. About that same time I felt that the happenings of my life had reached a place so mundane, reached such a barren, dried up old valley, I was ready to throw in the blogging towel. As I perused the old familiar blogs I love, I noticed that it was happening on other keyboards too. I had to wonder if facebook (even though I love it still) had displaced Blogland.
I even began to compose my goodbye post. But while I was writing, my belly had a knot in it. So I took sometime to study that knot and it began to resolve. It began to resolve as I thought about the friends I have made in Blogland and the connection I had here to old friends and I just couldn't say goodbye. I let more time pass and trusted. And prayed that my words would return.
Um, I think they have. I'm feelin' it today anyway. :) Today is as well, the first day I had the courage to look at my stats and they are way down. I had been fearing that. hmmm...It's funny, I was so afraid to look at them and then asked myself where in the hell is THIS coming from? So I looked and realized it wasn't so painful, it was really no biggie. Busha's blog is a place for friends to meet. That's what's important. And now I'm here, and you're here, and it's all good!
OK, that's done.
Oh bouey, I have a lot of catching up to do. But I'll give you the highlight. The one little, beautiful, magnificent highlight:
I went to Chicago and welcomed a new grandson. And loved up some more of my babies: Ike, Fiona, Eli and Sofia. And witnessed the strong, beyond strong, quintessential woman my daughter Shannon has become. And enjoyed time with my other daughter Brooke, Auntie Brookie who was my partner in caring for the family. And I had good conversations with Shannon's husband, Isaac. Quietly hearing his thoughts about the next leg of their journey. Visited with friends. Saw my beloved Chicago and spent some time galavanting...
But I have to say, welcoming this precious new little life, and holding him, and smelling him and singing to him, and kissing him. That had to be the highlight this time! Hands down.
So my friends,
on April 25, 2012,
just as a beautiful spring sun was rising over Chicago,
Emil Amadeus Vargas
was born into the gentle waters of a birthing tub,
into the hands of his mother and her midwife,
where his family joyously greeted him,
and big brother Ike cut the umbilical cord!