Yesterday, I received a phone call. The accompanying image on my cell phone was my daughter's beautifully smiling face. As is customary, I took the call...
But the voice on the other end was that of a little almost-4-year old boy, my lone grandchild.
"We're gonna have a baby Sister!" boomed the little man-cub's voice.
Caught off guard, I paused for just a second. Then I realized what he was saying - that his mother, father and he had just returned from the doctor's office and with the birth-date still off on the horizon, the physician had determined the sex of the baby.
And "we're gonna have a baby sister" suddenly and completely made sense.
My grandson's voice was so full of joy. His family was expanding with every new pair of pregnant slacks his mommy was buying - the baby within was growing - and now had a sex - and soon would have a name.
Most importantly to him, his baby sister would have him - her big brother. And there was great joy in his home - and in all branches of the family tree that gives the shade of history to his home.
And NOW one more tiny twig was developing... a baby girl.
Memories of our own life as a couple with our baby girl came forward.
My bride and I had a boy first and then a "Sissy" (as Nate called his sweet sister, Meg, upon her arrival.)
And, as is the way of life's unplanned-for journeys, its many treasures and very few tragedies unfolded in due time. This will be the case for the little man-cub and his mommy and daddy... and for his sissy, I am certain.
And it will be good, because God's goodness will be there at every twist and turn to help, assist and guide my grandson and NOW, my grandaughter.
My granddaughter. Even saying that makes me smile.
I am thankful for yesterday's phone call.
Den
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