Life.  Tiny, precious toes reaching, searching, exploring their new-found home.  So much more room than deep in the womb where this life began , stretching, kicking out, "I've arrived!"

Bringing in life's breath, filling those tiny lungs.

What are you dreaming of little boy? Angels you just left fluttering around your sleep, covering you with soft wings of protection?

Whoever said that grand parenting is the best, vastly underestimated the impact one small child of my child and his dear wife can give to our hearts.