At 3:29 on February 28, 2013 I welcomed our fourth grandson into the world.
There are those that would say, oh how nice but after all it is the fourth. To those I would say, you have no idea what it is like to meet your grandchild for the first time be it the first or the fourth or the tenth or how ever many you are granted the privilege of meeting and loving.
The first time I met Brian James Harris , I saw his Father all over again and that meant that I also saw his Father’s Father all over again. At once it was a painfully beautiful experience. That day five years and three months ago shall always stay with me . Everyday Brian brightens my life with his beautiful smile and loving nature.
Then I met Matthew David Harris . From the get go, Matty could not have been more different from his brother. Born two years and seven months ago with an outrageous, wonderful mop of black hair and boundless energy Matty has become an absolute character who brings us laughter, fun, hugs and kisses all wrapped up in sweet mischief.
Four months later, Ethan Campbell Harris entered our lives. The only thing Harris about this little boy is his last name as he is the spitting image of his Mommy. From the time he was born, this little man has had two speeds, over drive and stop. When he is awake he is 200% life, full of fun, energy and challenges. There is no mud puddle too deep, hill to high to climb and thenrun down at full speed and no tractor or truck to be ignored. When the day is done, so is Ethan only to start all over again twelve hours later.
And today, I met Declan Julion Harris. This little boy was in no hurry to be born finding his former digs quite comfortable but with a bit of persuasion he came into the world a beautiful, healthy little person. Physically he is strong but I think this strength will also extend to character. I have a feeling that Declan may be more like his Daddy in which case I don’t envy his Mom and Dad. Been there, done that. Loved it. Payback.
My point is that each one of these boys while they share some genes are individuals. They come from great stock, they have wonderful Moms and Dads. They are lucky to be loved by grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins and many, many friends. Their lives will be influenced in many ways good and maybe not so good by events, people, and experiences.
And I will always love them, each one with a love that is special to just them and no one else.