My little Lily Belle has made her entrance into this world. All 8 lbs. 10 oz. (you are the woman Cortny). I spent the evening with her and her parents. We toasted her arrival with a bottle of white wine left from my dad, and had a hearty lasagna dinner topped off with fresh basil from Richie's balcony garden. Does it get any better? I have a new comparison.....her name is Lily Belle. She has raised the bar when it comes to joy in my life. I look at her precious little (very full) face and all my worries wash away. Thank you God! She is perfectly beautiful, like her parents. I count the days until I can hold her and whisper in her little perfect ear...."It's YaYa ,Lily. I love you the world." Ya Ya is Greek for Grandma. You didn't really think I would be happy with just being called 'grandma' did you?