Deja vu memories from 1983 come to mind this year, as my son Matt and his wife Ika await the birth of their first, Bo Kenneth Wilcox.  I too was due in mid-January, which proved to be a bit conservative, as Matt was born December 28th.  Matt, of course, is hoping for Bo to enter this world by midnight tonight, there is a tax savings to be had.  All who know him will smile knowingly:)  Ika, on the other hand, would love to see him born closer to his due date, so his birthday party will be special.  Mamou, that would be me, wants Bo to be born happy and healthy, whenever he’s supposed to.  I just want to be there, in the hospital, this time!

One thing is certain, Bo will be loved.  He has been a much awaited, much dreamed about little miracle baby.  Since Matt took a new job several months ago, and is in training in Dallas, Mamou has been the primary “watch Bo grow” to help Ika through her limited bed rest period.  All who know Ika, realize how hard it must be to keep her down:)  We did lots of ladies’ luncheons and brief one-store shopping trips, where she was dropped off at the door to prevent too much walking.  It was a lot of fun, though, and I will miss this time.  I know once Bo is born, there will be cocooning time for Matt and Ika as his training winds down.  Mamou will still hover in the not too distant Galveston, ready to babysit at a moment’s notice:)