Our good friend Andre is getting married this weekend. We thought we had everything all planned out as far as that was concerned. We were going to bring Ginny to St. Petersburg Beach and she was going to hang out with Grammie and Grandpa while I was giving a heartwarming toast to Andre and his beautiful bride Megan as Rachel sat smiling in admiration next to me. Then we would enjoy a weekend at the beach to relax with the little bundle of joy.
Life doesn't always work out the way you plan it.
We are going to make it to Andre's wedding and help him celebrate the best day of his life thus far. (Andre - You'll probably have at least one more day that is just as awesome. Trust me.) We'll go straight from the hospital to the rehearsal, wedding tomorrow, and straight home after the reception. Ginny is stable and in great hands, and we could use a few hours away from the hospital. Hopefully while we're gone she can work on kicking the nitric habit.
Of course, knowing her gene pool, she'll probably throw a party in the NICU while her parents are out of town.