It seems like yesterday when my son Tony called from St. John's Hospital in Santa Monica to say that his first son, Henry Carlo, was born eight weeks early. I hit the rush hour traffic and next saw this little tiny bundle of a boy in the NICU, his very groggy mom after an emergency C-section, and my excited and shaken son.
Here's Henry yesterday at his party with his neighbor Adela.
And here he is four years ago. All of us who have kids and grandkids ask ourselves continuously, "Where does time go?" Darned if I know. Henry is number three grandchild and I have six--one girl and five boys ranging from 25 to 3. What a blessing each child is with their unique personalities, interests, temperaments. As Psalms 128:6 says, "And you live to see your children's children." I am blessed indeed.
And though born premature, Henry is a strapping young boy, by the way. Modern medicine is miraculous.