The grandson came home from the hospital shortly after noon today. When I heard they were on their way, I fairly floated through the house, switching on the lights on the trees (yes, plural), turning on the Christmas music, making sure the outdoor speakers were working, just so that the new little family would hear Christmas tunes as soon as they got out of their car and onto the front porch. I turned on the space heater in the nursery, tied the "It's a boy!" balloon to the mailbox, wrote "WELCOME HOME" on the front storm door with window paint, and wished I had a long length of red carpet to unroll, reaching from the front door, down the driveway. Alas...red carpet was the only thing I was missing.
I thank you for the grace you extend me, allowing me to share the moment with you!
Proud Papa Justin with his wittle man...
Wittle man in his wittle Pooh Bear hat...
But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him, And His righteousness to children's children...
~Ps. 103:17
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