Yesterday Mrs. Nutz and I were scrambling around the house trying to get ready to go to the hospital and have our baby girl. We know that we were going to be having a C-section, so we had woken up with plenty of time to get loaded in the car and off to the hospital. I needed to go and vacuum out the car so that we could remove dog hair from the seats before loading up the baby car seat, and decided that I would run to a car wash to do so.
While I was sitting at a light waiting to turn left, I could see inky black clouds looming over the great Salt Lake, and they were flying my direction. I raced to beat the storm, and was successful up until I started vacuuming. That's when the pea-sized hail forced me to abandon the still running vacuum for the shelter of the car (75 cents I'll never see again...)
I quickly drove back to the house, and by the time I got there the storm had passed and the clouds were parting. All started looking better until we got to the hospital and it started snowing like mad.
I guess I could look at it as a metaphor for the events of the day, more explicitly the emotional ride that I took that day as I witnessed the birth of my daughter. Since we got pregnant, countless fathers have tried to explain the emotions that you feel when you see and hold your daughter for the first time, and as all of them have stated: it really is impossible to put into words. The feeling of seeing and holding my daughter is the most powerful and wonderful feeling that I have ever had. She is now the most precious and beautiful thing to me!
I realize this post has become one of the more sentimental posts I have made, but I can't think of anything else at this time to comment on. (besides, I think I'm doing good for only getting a good 2 hours of sleep last night!)
