my poor dad got on & off several planes that week to be there when ricky was born & he still missed it! he flew in first thing saturday morning to meet the little one that was named after him. i was a complete wreck the whole time he was there: hysterically crying, itching & in pain. (i don't do well with general anesthesia!) my dad held ricky while michael tended to me.
i think we made a good choice in naming little ricky...
