Meeting Paul

People had told me that there is nothing like the feeling of holding one's grandchild. I believed them, knowing that it would certainly be special and that it would seem amazing that my child now has a child. But, nothing could have prepared me for the wonder of the moment when Nathaniel came down the stairs carrying Paul, with a huge smile on his face as he handed Paul to me. I took Paul into my arms and started to cry. There is nothing like the feeling of holding one's grandchild. I could have held him forever.

When Nathaniel first handed Paul to me

Swaddled in the blanket I made for him

 

Dressed in his Harvard colors

 

First time at church

 

We spent nine wonderful days with Nathaniel, Meghan, and Paul. I walked miles with Paul in the Baby K'tan carrier, that holds him close and snug. In the heat and humidity of Florida, that was not always comfortable, but it was always a pleasure. One of my favorite walks with Paul was when he woke up and decided that day had come very early. He and I took a long walk in the predawn darkness, listening to crickets and enjoying the peace of the early morning. The hardest part of our visit was saying good-bye, and I can hardly wait to see Paul (and his parents) again. 

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Psalm 127: 3 (KJV)

Children's children are a crown to the aged... Proverbs 17:6 (NIV)