Ventus Rector

My grandson, Gus, is staying with us. It's nice having a young person in this house once more. Zoey calls less and less. We hardly see Ellie and she lives right near us. Elizabeth is in her own world, as she always was so it's no surprise that she's venturing down the same path as her younger sister. Annie needs to take care of things at home before anything else, except herself.

Once they leave the nest, they fly far far away. It is the worst thing about my girls growing up. Maybe Gus will be different. The manly Bartlet blood bounding him to this land that our ancestors fought and prooved their might for. Yes, he will be different.

Abigail has been over Ellie's for the past few hours. Poor girl.

I do believe, however, that her son will look like me. I can feel it with this grandchild. He will have blue eyes, thick hair, and look just like me. I know it this time. Ann's son, Jay (or Little Jed as I call him), has some of my features as well. I knew he would look like me when she was pregnant with him. Just like I know it with Eleanor's son.

My wife is so beautiful in the morning after she takes a shower. That must be my most favorite time of the day. Then and when she dons her laboratory coat over her medical scrubs. Positively amazing.

Ann has adjusted Abigail's journal for her, I'm sure I'm next since I provided her my pass codes and such. Hopefully I won't have small pictures of the thoracic cavity like my wife has on hers. Though that would just be silly, wouldn't it? Considering I'm not a thoracic surgeon nor have another profession that has anything associated to the thoracic cavity.

It has been raining here for quite some time now. The dogs are at the french doors watching it all through the window. I, normally, love the rain, but it has been so gloomy throughout the day that it was just nice to try to sleep in and take a nap.

I still got it.

[[Voicemail to Ellie Bartlet]]

Ellie, something happened. He knows where you are. You and Ella go somewhere safe. Maybe go to her hometown or something. I won't let anything happen to you. I told the agents to put a shoot to kill order on him. Everything will be fine.

I love you.

[[/Voicemail]]

Little Jed and I have been playing ball in the house throughout the day. I think Abbey could drop dead at any moment because of this.

Her little frou frou dog seems not to mind. It's been chasing the ball back and forth as well. My manly dog is the strong and silent type. He's lying at my wife's feet. She's on the couch. Can't be bothered to play with us. Though she says she played softball in her day while in college. I've never seen her touch anything even remotely resembling a baseball or softball. May have to put her to the test. See if Annie will try to get her to play.

That's probably where Little Jed gets it from, his mother. Annie was one hell of a ball player when she played the sport. Wish she'd take it up again. A guy can dream, but in the mean time, I'll just play with Little Jed and watch the college girls on the television.

Abigail and I had a lovely night in near the fireplace. We watched the old grandfather clock that's been in my family forever as it counted down to zero and we celebrated. Boy did we celebrate. Considering I have the most beautiful wife in all the world, this leaves little to the imagination which I have no problem with.

Ann has gone to Alabama and should be back within a few days. It is very quiet here. Almost too quiet.

Abbey is taking the dogs for a walk and I'm just here. My legs are too sore for one of her walks. The farm is a brilliant place for a dog. Especially my dog. Not Abbey's because she has a little frou frou, sissy dog. My dog is manly.

I'm going to just nap now.

Tending for Annie's child, though it was just yesterday (and she said a high probability of most of the next couple weeks), and tending to Elizabeth's children makes me reminisce of my own girls and how perfect they were when they were small babes, Ann included. Those young boys make me want another little person prancing around the house that is of Abigail and I. I believe it would help my problem and Abbey's as well. Might make us feel young again and help her not think she's just tending to this old person she married so long ago.

If there were any way I could find that would allow us to do that, I would jump at that chance. The least I could do is ask her.

I am taking him down. Her happiness comes first no matter what. That's the way it is with all my girls. I should have met him first like I did with all my other girls' boyfriends.

I will handle this now.

Also, Abbey loved her Valentine. Being back home is a great feeling.

My granddaughter Annie is the brightest girl in the world.

I now have a dog. He's still a pup, but I have him. He's supposed to grow to be a large dog. We're attempting to think of names. Abbey got an ugly little dog, don't let her tell you it's a nice looking dog.

I hope Annie isn't upset with me. I had to explain to that boy why and how he is wrong. He hardly knows anything about the subject what so ever. The infant will be part of my family whether or not the Sanders like it and Annie is his mother, her feelings on everything will be passed onto her son.

I am confident that the boy will be more Bartlet than anything else.

Where in the world would my grandson-in-law get the idea that I would love my granddaughter or great-grandson any less because he was concieved before they were married? My grandchildren are my life and I love them more than anything in the whole world.

I want to know what his parents said to him. He has no clue about the Bartlet family history on the subject.

He's a good kid. Much better than I thought he was and that's a very good thing. I have nothing to worry about. He'll take great care of her, surprisingly. He reminds me much of myself.