June 18, 2020
I didn’t know what to expect when he made his grand entrance, my grandson on June 11th, 2020. He arrived and my son in law sent me a photo of Lucas Liam. He was stretched out in all his glory. Took my breath away.
But when I was sent the photo of my daughter holding her glistening and peaceful newborn on her chest, all I could do was sob. The emotion was just a flood. I had no words to match the sight of my first born with her own first born.
I’m beginning to understand the love for a grandchild. People told me it was amazing, like nothing else, the best. For me it was like those rockets that head into space. At a certain point, shortly after lift off another powerful surge of explosion jettisons the capsule into space while the fuel capsule falls away. The love for my daughter is like that fuel that was the source of the second explosion. My grandson is not just another precious baby. Because he is sourced from my daughter, my experience of him is a direct extension of my love for his mother. They are one in the same.
Could my love for Lucas be double my love for her? I doubt that. God has revealed to me that love has no bounds. It builds upon itself over and over again.