Could There Be A More Beautiful Day?

I talked to Billy last night. The section is scheduled for five-thirty this afternoon and they'll be checking into the hospital around two.
And I talked to both of them this morning and they sound so happy. So very, very happy. This is the day they're going to meet their child. They've been up since before dawn because who can sleep on such a day?

I'm going into town this afternoon to run errands, see my grandson whom I have not seen since FRIDAY, and then go to the hospital to wait until Tater makes his appearance. Ah yah- the happiness!

And it is the most gorgeous day here. The sun is shining, the sky is as blue as Paul Newman's eyes and as clear as a newborn's conscience. A newborn's soul. A newborn's clear, blue eyes.

I tell you something- there's a lot of craziness in this world. There's much to fear and to feel anxiety about. But as long as these babies keep coming to bless us with their presence, their promise, I think we can hang on.
And try to make it better. We have to step out into the world and welcome what they bring and do what we can to honor all of them.

We have to, don't we?
We just have to.