We, the eager Grandma and others, expected the birth of a boy, and in the end we were right.  

Anna Rose and I sat in the back seat of Clea’s car, playing Barbie dolls and making up stories.  I told Anna Rose a story about a pig that got loose and had a big pig party in the retention pond near my house.  The pigs were very happy to play in that big mud hole.  After I bought her a stuffed horse at the Tractor Supply store, she and I sat under the dining room table where Anna Rose supervised the birth of several foals. 

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