I just came back from visiting my eight-week old grandson, Ryan. He is my first grandchild and the sunshine of my life. Other than random jottings for myself about his preciousness and specialness I have not written about him anywhere. His being in the world, and when I am with him—-in my arms—-is where it is at for me now. Holding Ryan, having him fall asleep in my arms or looking up at me, sitting with my daughter and watching his every move and facial expression, listening to his every sound, and experiencing the changes he is making are as good as it gets.
My daughter and son-in-law are terrific, loving parents. On Wednesday, I’ll see him when my sister comes to visit. Having Ryan live close by is wonderful. Having Ryan in this world is a gift.