“A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets her anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world.” John 16:21
Last week–March 31 at 3:41, to be exact–my first grandchild made her debut. Aydan Grace Connally was born to my son Patrick and his wife Kim in Arlington, VA. Rory and I were able to be there and to greet this astonishing little creation just moments after her entry into the world. Weighing in at 8 lb., 2 oz. and measuring 2o inches, she made a good strong start in life.
As Rory and I touched her, held her and watched her, we were overwhelmed with joy. A baby born to our children is baby born to us, too. We are part of Aydan’s network of love, nurture and protection, and that honor is an unfathomable gift to us.
During the first few days of her life, Aydan spent most of her hours in the arms of people that love her: her parents, both sets of grandparents, her “big brother” Jack (the four-year-old boy for whom Kim is a nanny), and her “auntie,” Jack’s mother Susan. Aydan’s new, bright eyes took us in as she squirmed and nestled in our arms. I had a strong feeling that in some innate way I could not understand she already knew she was not only safe but loved.
I have many hopes and prayers for Aydan. Her life with Patrick and Kim can’t help but be interesting and full of good challenges! But mainly I pray for this: that the love being poured into her by her family and by God Himself will overflow. She is a blessing now, but this is only the first glimpse of the love she will give and inspire in others over a beautiful lifetime.