My oldest grandson, Dennis, will be in town tomorrow for a few days. Everyone is giddy with excitement and David is absolutely beside himself.
All my young 'uns are special, but Dennis is the first born. Witnessing him come into the world was a blast of reality for me: that next generation taking his first breath. A feeling beyond words, comparable only to the birth of my own first child.
The first time he said "Nana" he had me wrapped around his finger. I bought him his first little two-wheeler with training wheels.
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