He was born the next day.
He was the first grandson on both sides of his family.
Tiny fingers. Tiny toes. He was passed from one set of waiting arms to another like a loaf of bread. Or a football.
Then I blinked.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
I want to hold on longer
Twelve years ago today, I turned to Robert and I said "I think this baby is on his way."
He was born the next day.
He was the first grandson on both sides of his family.
Tiny fingers. Tiny toes. He was passed from one set of waiting arms to another like a loaf of bread. Or a football.
Then I blinked.
He was born the next day.
He was the first grandson on both sides of his family.
Tiny fingers. Tiny toes. He was passed from one set of waiting arms to another like a loaf of bread. Or a football.
Then I blinked.
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2 comments:
Happy birthday, Jack! He is such a great kid. Love him!
I was so happy to meet him after I got back from Hires.
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