When my daughter (Andrea) and son (Adam) were little children, their dad and I showed them pictures of ourselves, taken before they were born. We’d point out the flecks of light in our eyes, and explain that even before they arrived in our lives, they were twinkles in our eyes.
Seems like only yesterday.
Now, today, I am anticipating the birth of my first grandchild, a little boy named Thomas David. (Thomas, after Emily’s dad. David, after Adam’s dad.) One way or another, little Tommy will arrive by sometime Wednesday.
Tommy will arrive. That’s sounds almost magical, doesn’t it? One day, he’s not here. The next day, he is.
When Andrea (my first) was born, the doctor announced, “It’s a girl.” I remember the overwhelming sensation I had that all of a sudden, there was a new soul in the world. That one moment, there’d been six people in the room, and in an instant, there were seven.
And sometime, between now and Wednesday, it will happen again. This little boy who, for so long, has been a twinkle in many of our eyes, will arrive. And the world will be blessed with another little soul.