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 with his mom ready to blow out his candles on a cake with a photo of a battleship.
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.
