Solomon, wise man that he was, observed that "there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die...a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance." And, as so often happens, these times overlap or melt one into the next, so that the tears are still drying on our cheeks as a smile tugs at the corners of our mouth and a laugh escapes. Such has been the case within my family this month.
Even as we are saying goodbye to my grandma, we are rejoicing at the arrival of the newest addition to our family, Landon James, Grandma's 14th great-grandchild, born to my cousin and his wife just over a week after Grandma went home.
Welcome to the world, little one.
Even as we are saying goodbye to my grandma, we are rejoicing at the arrival of the newest addition to our family, Landon James, Grandma's 14th great-grandchild, born to my cousin and his wife just over a week after Grandma went home.
Welcome to the world, little one.
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