Chapter One

These lovely ladies are my girls. Both have changed me and both I love whole. This blog is going to be about Ramona, my daughter, and her impact on my existence. It will also serve as an outlet to post as many pictures, to dote on her shamelessly, and a place for me to express all these emotions and feelings I have.
Ramona was born Monday December 3, 2012. So she is all of four days old. No real scares, just stress and nerves. Ramona tipped the scales at 8lb 13oz and 20″ long. Very healthy baby with a head full of hair, just like her mom and dad. I stood there watching my child take her first breath and a wave of emotion took hold. Moisture started saturating my eye lashes, heart beating double time, this was for real. I stood next to my wife as long as I could but I was being pulled to Ramona’s side. Kelly, my wife, gave me the nod and that was all I needed. Ramona needed me now. The nurses were weighing her and checking her vitals, all the while Ramona was testing out her pipes. The girl can wail! I reached out and she wrapped her hand around my finger. At that moment I realized that she had me. I was hers for life. So beautiful, so precious, this is my baby girl.

I remembered that we had both clans waiting for the news. We never found out the sex and popular vote had Ramona pegged for a he. I sent out a mass text from the delivery room with a picture attached confirming that she was definitely not a he. A few moments later I heard a loud cheer erupt from somewhere outside my world. The family had just received the news! She is a girl and her name is Ramona.