There will be few occasions in my life that rival today . . .
In a darkened room, on a television screen, we watched . . .
as a tiny child squirmed around in its mother's womb,
little hands and legs going in every direction.
Tears, glee, wonder and love filled the tiny room to overflowing.
A baby girl will be born to my precious son and daughter.
She will be my granddaughter.
We saw her face. She is lovely. We are smitten.
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