Let Me Introduce You; Let Me Make You Smile

A friend of mine is always saying that I should write a book because the most interesting things happen, or have happened, in my family. He marvels at the stories and thinks others would too. So, here's an interesting story.

It is somewhere around October 15, 2007. My almost-twenty-seven year old son calls (an unusual occurrence) and asks if his Dad and I would be home that afternoon. "Nope", I said, "Dad is working but he'll be home about 7:00 p.m."
"Okay, can I come over then? I have something to talk to you both about." "Okay", I said, "come about 7:30 p.m."

You can imagine: between that phone call and 7:30 I conjured up all manner of things that he needed to talk to us about. Corey simply is not a talkative person so it must be something important. Is he going to jail? Has he lost his job? Has he found out that he has a terminal illness? Does he need to borrow money because his rent is months behind? I am making up all sorts of possibilities in my mind and figuring out the appropriate response to each, well before he even crosses the threshold. (Is it a 'momism' that all of the things I was conjuring up were tragedies?)

7:30 p.m. arrives. Jim and I are in a state of worried anticipation. Corey arrives and is "chatting" (if you know Corey, "chatting" is a foreign language) for a minute or two, but it is obvious there is something pressing on his mind that he needs to share.

Here we go, I'm thinking. "So, what's up, honey?" "Well", says Corey, "do you know how you have been wanting to be a grandmother for a few years now?" "Yes", I say. "Well, how would you like it if it happened sooner rather than later?" "Corey, is there something you need to tell us?" "Why don't I just show you?", he says.

He gets up out of the living room chair and goes out to his car. Seconds later, he walks in through the door with a two-week old baby, my grandson Ayden James Garib Glover. He presents him to me like he is bestowing gold. And, he is. I am beyond delighted! Jim is beyond delighted! We are speechless, and question-less over why we didn't know this blessed event was even on the horizon. He tells us that Natasha – Ayden's Mom – insisted Corey make an appointment with us ('cause we are so rarely at home) to finally tell us about Ayden, lest Ayden would be in Kindergarten before we found out!

Ayden turned one year old at the end of September. And he is gold.

Although, I do have to laugh at his antics. In this picture, he is going after the wires for Corey's precious X-Box. Turn it off, Daddy, I want your full attention!

There is a saying that Grandchildren are God's gift for growing older. How true – once you are beyond bringing your own children into the world, there is no gift more special than a grandchild. Love you, Ayden! May you be as precious to your parents as Your Daddy is to me.