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“A ray of hope flickers in the sky
A tiny star lights up way up high
All across the land dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born”

Yesterday, on December 24th at 12:30 pm, our first grandchild was born.

Rolf and I knew it would be a while before Mom, Dad and baby were moved from the Delivery Room to the Postpartum Ward, but we went to the hospital to wait in the lobby. All around us, people were rushing home, saying Merry Christmas to each other. We got coffee and waited. It seemed to take forever but it was only about two and a half hours. Finally, we got a text from our son saying they were moving to the ward.

We took the elevator to the fifth floor, found the Unit, found the Nursing Station and got signed in. And then we went into the room and saw the baby in his mother’s arms. Now—and this has nothing to do with being even slightly prejudiced—he is the most beautiful child I have ever seen. He was all bundled up and wearing a little cap. He was awake and looking around. And his little nose is so cute.

I held him for a few moments, this tiny little boy. I was about to hand him back to his mom when Rolf said, hold it, and he took the baby in his arms and got his snuggle. We didn’t want to stay long because the parents had been up all of the previous night and now it was about 4 o’clock in the afternoon.

I can hardly begin to describe how blessed we feel this Christmas.

I wish you could all be as happy as I am now. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

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