“But how did you come to us, you dear?

God thought of you, and so I am here.”

–George MacDonald

Grace had an a-plus baby boy the beginning of the month, our first grandson. He was born on a Sunday morning into a room filled with prayers and scripture, to the beautiful waiting arms of his mommy and daddy. I spoke to Grace shortly afterwards, right after church, and heard her sweet voice saying, “I have a little son!” I was holding the phone in my hand, and I was smiling.

My daughter is a mother, and she is in her glory.

A weight lifted off of me. I realized then how much the anticipation and healthy concern I had for the event had been heavy on my soul. Waiting and hoping and praying and helping, a mother there to support her darling but only able to do just so much. Now it was over, and she was safely on the other side of pregnancy and child birth. God held her in His hands and she was brought through. A tiny son was born.

He was 6 lbs and 6 oz, and 20” long.

His name is Rorric Paul.

We call him Rory.

He now weighs 8 pounds, and at his check up the other day, his doctor said he was an A-plus baby.

As I go about my many many daily activities I say to myself, “Rory is an A-plus baby, an A-plus baby is he.” I smile and smile. OF COURSE our precious Grace and her very smart husband Brogan would produce such an offspring! I can’t wait to have conversations with him. I wonder what he’ll say!

I smile at the days to come. Proverbs 31:25