Joy In the Morning

This morning at 12:40 am I was awakened out of a quasi sleep. Groping for the cordless phone, I was in that in-between state where I forgot which button to push to make the ring stop. I certainly didn't want to accidentally disconnect -- this was an important call.

Just hours before I got the news, "Katie's contractions are two minutes apart and we're at the hospital. Gotta run." This time the voice on the phone sounded so different than I had ever heard it sound before. "He's here! He looks great!"

My room was dark, but it was as though light was pouring through the phone. Now I was fully awake, receiving a congratulations kiss from the new grandfather in the room.

I wonder if I look different. I certainly feel different. My son has a son. My grandson has my son for his daddy. Now a whole new chapter is being written:

And Raymond when he was 53 begat Ford. And Ford married Andrea and after three years they had a son and called him Anthony. And Anthony was raised a Christian and grew in wisdom and grace, and when he was 25 he took a wife whose name was Katherine. And in the 28th year of Anthony's life his wife bore him a son, and they named him Owen Thomas.