First the excuse. It gets tedious typing with one finger. Now with a cast I can use two hands again. It is slow and hurts a little bit, but it's better.
I am a grandparent now. My teeny weeny little girl is showing signs of being a champion already, having been born prematurely. But she is sucking up the distress and difficulties like a true braveheart. It makes me ponder life and wonder at the rolling tide of generations that keeps hitting the shore. Some waves are receding, whiles others are just crashing on the beaches.
I have two generations alive behind me now and one ahead of me. It used to be the reverse, but with the death of my last grandparent sixteen years ago, it was like stepping up in the queue. Now my parents' generation is first in line to step through the mysterious veil that releases us from time and space. Occasionally someone further back in the line takes cuts, and that is never nice.
My desktop photo right now if of my son holding his brand-new daughter. The look of love and devotion on his face has already made a transforming mark. He will never be the same again. That little bundle is tugging hard at his heart and making him ever more vulnerable to the joys and pains of intense love. He is blessed.