Tiny Joys

Yesterday, at 6:33, a new arrival joined our bustling world. For the second time, I got to be present when someone else’s child was born. This time, my first grandson.

Ten years minus a month ago, I was present for the birth of my god-daughter’s eldest daughter. (I call her my god-granddaughter, and she calls me Grandma. It is one of the sweetest things in the world, to hear her and her siblings call me.)

Now, it was my daughter’s turn. She brought into the world a healthy, tiny little boy.

The strangest part, to me, is it was the same hospital where my three sons were born over two decades ago. Some things were exactly the same, and others were entirely new. (When I exclaimed over one of the new things, my daughter rolled her eyes and declared, “The world keeps moving, Mom!”) It made the experience both happy and bittersweet.

Our family has now grown to eight members, as my son-in-law delightedly told my husband, and we are all filled with joy.

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. (Psalm 139: 14 )