He doesn't look anything like our other grandchildren, which isn't a surprise. He has black hair and will most likely have dark eyes as well, just what his mommy ordered. He is snuggly and sweet with little baby yawns and stretches, little baby squeaks and sneezes. We are in love all over again.
We needed this tiny miracle this week, a bright spot in a difficult week. I can hardly wait for his uncle to come home and look into his little face. He will be in love too.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.