Parker Wilson

Nine months passes quickly to most people. But just announce that a baby will be born and the time begins to drag. On Wednesday, August 17, Parker Wilson Stirnkorb entered the world weighing six pounds and 13 ounces. He measures 20 inches long. He is our first grandson and little brother to fifteen-month old Sierra.
The miracle of birth is never taken for granted on the 9th floor of Good Sam hospital. I heard exclamations up and down the hallway of excitement and awe. Maybe we should say “shock and awe,” but I think the shock factor doesn’t really kick in until about the 10th day.
Rick and I were there to take pictures and record all the special firsts; first bath, first time Grandparents Rossbach each held him, first time each of us held him, first family picture. Born to our oldest son Billy and his wife Jill, they are saying their family is complete, but sometimes God has other plans. For now, they are content with a beautiful daughter and handsome newborn son to act as playmates for one another and to Tucker, their beloved Golden Retriever.
Billy remarked more than once, “One minute we have one child and then suddenly, there is another. It’s crazy!” Jill was just happy to have him in her arms instead of in her tummy.
And as miracles go, 1100 miles away, my baby brother Billy’s wife, Teresa, gave birth to a little boy seven hours earlier, at 4:30 in the morning. They also had a baby boy, weighing 6 pounds and 13 ounces. He measured 19 inches long. Clark Daniel Wilson is their first child. They will share birthdays, although miles apart. I became an aunt (not the first time) and a grandmother, on the same day.
As for Jill’s side of the family, it is the first male child to be born in 34 years. I suppose he will be a little Prince to all of us, but especially to them.
For the last couple of months I’ve been taking Wednesday afternoons off to have a play day with Sierra. I treasure the time with her as I watch her grow and her little personality develop. In the last 15 months, she has gone from a tiny infant to a frolicking toddler, exploring everything around her. These months have flown by.
I remarked to my aunt what a good baby Sierra is and what a joy to have around. She said, “And why shouldn’t she be good? She is surrounded by people who love her.”
Yes she is, and she will enjoy the love of many people throughout her life. That’s what is called a family.
I know that it will seem like only a blink before Parker is also running around on his own. If only we could slow down time after the baby is born the way it drags before the birth. But everything happens so fast! First they start to coo, then to laugh, then they roll over, sit up, crawl, stand, walk and they are out the door and on their own. Life happens -- and it happens in a flash.
I guess we are just blessed to be able to be a part of each of these little lives.