We’re growin’ things this season.
Baby grapes … zucchini … and tomatoes.
Baby cucumbers … buttercup squash and … a grandbaby!
I imagine s/he is beautiful. I know s/he is fearfully and wonderfully made.
And I’m gonna’ love bein’ a GLAM-ma-ma! That’s my style — a grandma with bling!
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
Folks are asking who? Our youngest son and his wife of nearly two years expect to deliver in late January. But in six weeks, the eldest son will marry. Last fall, our daughter married. Soon, we’re complete! And the more, the merrier. We’ll love all the grandchids we can get!