PAM
"I can't believe we hit that," I exclaim on a stifled yawn. I didn't get much sleep once I knew Holly was in labor at the hospital. Evan was over the moon like all new parents must be. God, I can't even imagine how I'd be as a new mom. Adulting is hard enough on a good day, but add in another human being you're now responsible for meeting their every need on top of their very existence? Off-the-charts-terrifying.
But Holly took it all in stride like the pro that she is when she delivered their baby girl in the early hours of the morning. They named her Danya, which is very Russian and also the name of Evan's grandmother. I'm predicting she'll be a great beauty and Evan and Holly will have their hands full in about thirteen years with all the boys lined up to be her special "friend."
Tired or not, I had no intention of canceling our date. After that sweet phone call from George last night asking me out? No way. I've missed him.