I had spent the week previous the birth at the Udell's home. Mama Celia arrived from Arizona first, and we spent our days walking around the golf course, cooking good food, and enjoying chatting times. Cinco de Mayo - his due date - came and went without symptoms of his arriving. For so long we'd wondered about the irony of having him on the Mexican holiday, but now the connection would be forgotten. Instead we shared delicious carne asada with the Conklins, Becks, and our God's Resort neighbors, eating it as a picnic on our front lawn.
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