A new twig has been added to the family tree, and Ann and I are bumped into a new category in the genealogical record – grandparents. Not quite sure what specific version of the new title will be adopted in the future – that’ll depend on what shape the gurgles take.
Doesn’t feel that different, don’t feel like we’ve grown another tree ring. Just feels good to know the little nipper is now part of the family, and things won’t be the same for any of us.
Amazing how other people rejoice with us, and there are cards and well wishes to be so grateful for.
But what is perhaps most significant, and I didn’t see coming, is the joy at seeing my little lad become such an inspiring dad and husband, most clearly in the struggles that come with being catapulted into having a new life at the centre of your world. I am no less impressed with new mum Rachael, be in no doubt!
At Christmas we celebrate new birth, God choosing to become part of his creation.
At Easter, the purpose of that birth is made plain to everyone, in all it’s facets – though the joy, like Christmas, is still about new birth – but this time it is OUR new birth, OUR new start, made possible by the Cross and Resurrection.
The Father delights in what the Son has done.