One week ago today, we timed it right. Cohen had escaped the box for a bit and we happened to arrive at the hospital in time. Seventeen days after he was born, we got to hold our little grandson. And, I mean little.
Watching him from outside the isolette you can easily tell he is small. But, it really becomes apparent when it is your turn to hold him.
Yesterday we learned he may get to come home in a couple of weeks. We know that can change from day to day. But for now, we won’t wish our lives away but we will look forward to seeing Cohen Alan in something other than an isolette real soon!
Enjoy. I am.
An extra for this week. Not a few young preachers feel the need to publicly talk about how “hot” their wives are. “Smoking hot” is often a common description. Maybe I am just old. But, that language sure makes it sound like “I bagged a trophy.” There are all kinds of things that communicates. So, for me, here is a photo of the beauty I married 27 1/2 years ago. And, she sure does not look old enough to be “Grammy!” But she is … and happy to be so … can’t you tell?