Just when you think your heart holds all the love it can, you get grandchildren and a whole brand new expansion miracle occurs.

It caught me a little by surprise. Cradling her, fresh from heaven, I took one look; and an invisible hook sprang out, imbedded and wrapped itself around my heart – forever.

The first will always be the first. Doesn't diminish later; it just is what it is. There are always more pictures, more stories, more firsts. Yet the first is where the mistakes are made. It's not easy raising the first or being the first (both the King and I know!), but somebody's gotta do it.

Molly did it 20 years ago today. And she makes competition stiff.

Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged. Proverbs 17:6