My first great-grandchild came into the world yesterday morning! My son phoned from the hospital, and an email went out right away to the whole family. We even received a picture of Athena in her grandmother's arms -- surely they didn't allow us that kind of access to a newborn years ago?
Back when Athena's mother -- our first grandchild -- was born, again we heard by phone, and I kept a log of the excited telephone calls that day -- me to my sister, Norm to his brother, my mother to my aunt, Jeanette to Betty ("how come Jeanette heard first?"). I just tried to find that log so I could take a picture to show you, a long sheet from a yellow legal paid, completely crammed with calls.
Only this morning did I realize that when I got the news yesterday and the family had been notified with the touch of a single key, it didn't occur to me to spread the news anywhere else. Norm is gone, my sister is gone (but Athena's middle name is Esther!), Jeanette and Betty are gone. Understand, I have a wonderful, supportive loving family etc. etc. But I didn't even notice that I don't have a single friend I need to tell about this little girl.
So anyhow I'm telling you.