What Weekend?

Did the weekend really just come and go in the blink of an eye? I woke up this morning, back in my own bed, and thought to myself, what day is it? Does he (he being my husband) have to go to work this morning? Do we need to get ready for church? I was totally off schedule in every sense of the word. It was a very busy weekend, but we got the opportunity to celebrate the birth of our niece. She was born less than 2 hours after they arrived at the hospital and weighed in at 6 lbs. 1 oz. Such a sweet little bundle of joy. I could've held her for hours. We got up first thing Saturday morning, drove up, checked into our hotel, went to her house, then the hospital, then back to her house. We then went out to eat, got ice cream, took ice cream to the hospital for the happy parents, then back to our hotel for a good nights sleep. We woke up the next morning, went back to their house, then to the hospital for one last "baby fix" before we headed back home. Oh, and I was wrong. It wasn't a 4 hour drive, it was a 5 hour drive. So, needless to say, after a full weekend in the car, we were all glad to be back home. It was such an exhausting weekend for all of us, but we wouldn't have missed it for the world.