I have a new granddaughter as of this hour, and if I had a fancy smartphone I could describe what a beautiful little girl she is. The image on my phone is so small that Savannah – as she is to be known – looks like a tiny fingernail. A pretty one, though.
Her mother, however, is clearly beautiful.
Radiant, even.
What an age Savannah will experience! Things I cannot even imagine: I am still taken by the fact I can seen an image of my daughter and granddaughter transmitted by satellite to my telephone within the hour of her birth. What will it be like when Savannah is her mother’s age? What marvels are in store for her and those growing up with her?
Without question, she’ll grow up in a world of love and care, with a wonderful mother and father – the good fortune that so much of the world looks upon with envy.
Happy Birthday, Savannah!
I hope I am around long enough to witness many, many celebrations of this day!