Good Times Never Seemed So Good

It was a little bit after one o'clock this morning when the phone rang. Sherry was in labor, and Chris thought it was time for us to come up and be with Sam. The lights and traffic were cooperative, for once; but at the one red light we encountered, I said to Joe, "It's a girl. I just know." Last weekend all of us had been convinced that Biscuit was another wonderful boy. Sherry and Chris left for the hospital with contractions at about four minutes. We didn't think we would be able to go back to sleep, but we did.

At 6:30, Sam awoke and was confused and a little bit anxious. He sat with us for a bit and then wanted to get back in his bed. Joe went in and lay down on the trundle and I tried to go back to sleep. But -- out of the blue (or the pink) -- I started hearing in my head an old Neil Diamond song. We didn't get back to sleep, and a little bit later the phone rang again.

Caroline Maria had been born at a little bit before four o'clock, weighing 5 pounds and 15 ounces. We're going to go meet her very soon.

Sing it, Neil, sing it:

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never would