We had a birthday celebration in our family last Sunday. My husband’s and my first grandson, Ezra, was born on a day when snow blanketed the ground and temperatures dipped into single digits. Although it was freezing cold outside, the waiting room inside was cozy and warmed with the love of family waiting to welcome him into our lives.
The birth of a grandchild is an extraordinary event and being grandparents is one of the greatest blessings of Jeff’s and my life together. Several of our friends shared this exact sentiment with us over the years, but we didn’t fully understand until the birth of our first grandchild almost three years ago. Our children have teased us that we have been more excited about the births of our grandchildren than we were when they were born, but that is far from the truth.
It is all about how loves grows, and I hope the following explains. At the time of our children’s births, Jeff’s and my love for each other was multiplied by the love for our first child and, then again, by our second. That love grew exponentially by our love for their spouses and again with the births of each grandchild. Simply stated; our love has grown with the blessing of each new life joining ours.
Today, tomorrow and each new day, we will celebrate Ezra. We will comfort, protect and guide him. We will cry with him, and we will laugh with him. We will learn more from him than he will ever learn from us, and most importantly, we will forever and a day and the day after that, surround him with love.
Doozie & Poppi