I so enjoyed
being present for the delivery of my girls, and for the privilege to see all our grandkids right
after their earthly entrance. It started Christmas night 1978, when our first daughter was quickly
swaddled and handed to me when only seconds new. Something unexplainable occurred, and I knew this
was a holy moment saturated with indescribable joy. More grace visited with our second daughter, and
I repeated the thrill and supernatural sense all over again. Now there are four grandkids so far,
and with each, the mystery and wonder of babies multiplies.
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