There is a smile on my face and here is why...

When our sons were young, Dale and I used to go and look at them sleeping before we went to bed. We would stand together and marvel at how God had used our genes to create those two beautiful children.

Recently, I had the privilege of hosting four of the five grandchildren descending from those two sons. (Bob was traveling but he was home with the children and me two of the seven days.) My heart was/is full to overflowing. These dear children are such a miracle. I experienced that same sense of awe and joy as I was remembering in the above paragraph.

Bob gets a bit nervous when I talk like this. He thinks that I am bragging and that I should be careful. Perhaps that is correct.

Here is what I am hoping though. I am hoping that other moms, dads, grandmas, and grandpas understand. I take absolutely no credit for these children. I am deeply grateful for each one.

The photos below were taken at Morton Arboretum catching pollywogs. Their faces reflect what I feel when I get the opportunity to interact with and observe my grands. What a blessing.

There are just no words to describe my love and appreciation and amazement for these wonderful and most precious gifts. I am still chuckling and smiling.