I was reminded again yesterday that humans cannot adequately prepare for meeting a brand-new human. Such was the joy of my heart yesterday when I first laid eyes on our newest grandchild, Rosemary Jean Benson. She is so perfect, so tiny but everything there, just in miniature and brand spanking new, a brand new, bigger than the life she was physically being, big as all the cosmos, new, all new, human being. And the best? She is ours. How does one meet a brand-new human? I laugh. I laugh and laugh and laugh. It is one of the finest joys in all of life especially when you are an old human and you get to meet a new one and the deep and abiding meaning of knowing that you are sewn into her, that really, in the tiniest cosmic way your cells, your DNA, your very essence is flowing mightily through and in her, into her heart, into her lungs, into her toes and eyes. And it flows deeper still because, in the most hidden, the most private, the eternal little soul that she has been given, your father and mother, her great grandparents have sewn a faith of faithfulness that someday this tiny little brand-new human will be eternally made a child of the Living God, for all time,—and we will enjoy our new human, Rosemary Jean Benson—forever.
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