Friday, May 2, 2008

To Idaho...

Karla had the baby, a boy. We're off to visit for a week. I wish I felt happier. Something about holding baby Ayrith days before she died in an auto accident just makes me not want to go. Poor baby girl, poor mother, poor grandmother, poor cousin, poor sister. I wish this stuff were easier. The only reason I'm going is that it must be a million times harder for Karla, so I'm going to do what I can to let her catch up on sleep and feel loved by her family.

See you in a week!