I survived the perils of the open road last week as I drove to visit my daughter and grandsons. The newest grandson was the reason for braving possible snows and mountain passes in the dead of winter.
He is just one month old. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him and cuddle.
As I held him, he would coo and smile at me, or just watch me as I talked to him. I marveled at those little baby eyes taking in everything around him.
My daughter, his mom, has been trying to keep him awake during the day so he’ll sleep longer stretches of time at night. His habits have not changed from “womb days”. He still kicks and moves and hiccops at night. (He has big hiccops, too. Sweet sound).
I wonder that although my little grandson is outside the womb now, it wasn’t that long ago that he was inside it. He still curls up his legs and arms. Now he fusses at the discomfort of an empty belly or a full diaper.
The only thing really different is that his residence has changed. His mom gave him life and now I get to have a relationship with him. It’s National Right To Life Sunday. I’m so glad to know my new grandson.
“I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made…”Psalm 139:14a.
“My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret…” Psalm 139:15a.
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