Proverbs 17:6

"Do you want to stay for the whole service?" I looked at my husband like he'd lost his mind. Of course I wanted to stay for the whole service. We were only 20 minutes or so into the morning and it was the quiet, reverent, prayer time where we are offered the opportunity to come forward and receive prayer for our needs. Rich had volunteered in the parking lot that morning and was just arriving to our seats. He leaned into my shoulder as he asked, handing his cell phone toward my eyes. I glanced at the phone and saw a text message. I read the message and my heart leaped with the joy and anticipation for the what those words held. Nothing else could have made me react so in the middle of a church service.

"Baby brother meadows born. you can come." My daughter Kristi had delivered her second child and her husband, Dan was inviting us to come see our newest grandson.

I squealed in delight like a child myself, startling some of the worshipers around us. Gathering my things and moving my son out of the row, I stopped to explain to a couple near us and felt my throat tighten with the familiar emotion of overwhelming joy. My baby had her baby; they were both safe.

Saor (Say-er) Meadows entered the world from the safety of his mother's womb at 9:16 am, August 15, 2010 weighing in at 7 lbs. and 19 inches, looking very much like his older brother at birth.

Cadan, Kristi's older child had been present in the bedroom for the birth and watched with apparent ease, reading and singing to the baby. Big brother sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to "Baby Brother" as the tiny new person rested against his mother's side.

When we arrived at the house we sat for a few minutes down stairs waiting. Rich and Tim headed to Duncan Donuts to buy some celebration for when the rest arrived. Even though this is grandbaby number six we knew everyone who could get here would, both our family and Dan's. Our daughter, Melanie was already texting every few minutes to see when she could come.

While Dad and brother headed to the store, I went up with Kristi. The little tiny person lay in the crook of her arm and she lay sideways on the bed covered in a blanket. I looked at her and felt the surge of love and gratitude for the privilege of being her mom. There was my baby girl, my first child, holding her child. She didn't even look tired. Her hair framed her face and her eyes sparkled with pride. I didn't even realize the baby was still attached and the placenta had not delivered yet. Here she was looking ready for the Oscars, well almost. Good work, my sweet girl. I am ever so proud of you. Thanks for this beautiful grandson.

Baby Meadows the second, Grandchild number six, Grandson five, eighteenth dinner table chair for Thanksgiving, came into the world on Sunday morning, expelling a shout for joy from Grammy and a song of joy from his big brother. Saor, you are engraved on our hearts and a beautiful leaf on the tip of our branch. Welcome sweet boy, welcome. Grammy is already singing your song. Thanks be to the gracious and good God, Lord Jesus Creator for the abundance of life and beauty He has brought into my life and the family He has surrounded me with.