OK, not just any baby. It’s a grand baby.
And when I got to hold her today for the first time, she was of course the most beautiful baby in the world.
I felt the kind of healthy awe I’ve felt each time one of our own was born. But it perhaps more like the level of elation I felt when Margaret came—the first born, with all her possibilities and promise.
So yesterday, December 1, Christian and Ann welcomed Tabitha Elaine Metts into the world. 8 pounds, 2 ounces. 19 inches long.
There are pictures and there will be lots more. It’s nice when the dad is a photographer.
The plan is for Tabitha to call me Santa. (The kids figured it out a long time ago.) And she will call Katie “Lady.” Because she is one.
I’m sure I will eventually think deep thoughts about the honor of being a grandparent, but for now I’m just excited. The Lord is gracious. And we all get a baby for Christmas.
Again.
