Becoming a Grandmother

Sunday afternoon, May 16th, 2016 I became a grandmother.  My baby had a baby.  If I'm thinking rationally, I know that it is possible, and, not only possible - but the only way the human race will continue.

But it's not really possible, is it?

Our beautiful new grandson, Edwin Joseph.




We have a descendant.   

Edwin was the name of my paternal grandfather who was kind and good and funny.  My great grandfather, my father, my brother and my nephew all carry the name Edwin as their second name.  It is a very, very good name.

He is perfect in every way, but most particularly his ears.  His parents both have remarkably adorable ears, and really his life was aligned all along to have lovely ears.

My son Huckleberry said, "I think he has my ears."

We simultaneously replied, "No.  He does not have your ears."

Best new auntie line today, "The only thing I can think about is baby Edwin."

Indeed.

Baby Edwin, welcome.  We have always loved you.