Babies, bluegrass, and one amazing weekend.

Last night, I helped one of my very best friends have a baby.
After 40+ hours of labor she pushed out an amazing little 8 pound baby girl. It was the most beautiful and powerful thing I've ever experienced.

Upon returning home, at 4am, exhausted and rattled by the storm (I was literally blown to the ground by the wind upon leaving the hospital) I laid down next to Marshall and said...

I have decided something important and he sat straight up, fearing, I know, that I was about to tell him I had baby fever and wanted another.
I said I'd like to sing in a bluegrass band before I die.
He said Umm ok. Is there anything else you want to talk about?

Nope, that's it. Bluegrass. No more babies. Especially not right now.