June 12, 2019
It was the tiniest nose I have ever seen, and the smallest hand I have ever held...
The drive to Baraboo was fairly typical, cruising along highway 33 in the convertible on a perfect day.
Passing Ontario, twisting up and over Wildcat Mountain, then to Hillsboro, Union Center, Wonewoc, La Valle and Reedsburg where we stopped for lunch.
Friday I finally got the chance to meet my grandson. I didn’t know what I was going to feel when I saw him, but when my daughter handed him to Me I...