It's a Boy!

He arrived last night – when I went to bed I hoped he would be part of our world when I awoke. And he is – a grandson for some good friends.

We waited on him yesterday but he decided the 23^rd was a better day for a birthday. Both my sons are summer babies and summer is the best time for little boy birthday parties. Water guns, baseball cupcakes, sleepouts under the stars. I can’t help smiling as I think of all the fun they are going to have every July.

An almost full moon shown in the clear, warm sky last night and under that moon this little one was fed, changed, poked, prodded, and loved beyond all measure.
Fingers and toes were counted, tiny fingernails oohed over, and infant cries brought laughter.
Again, one of my favorite hymns, Morning Has Broken comes to mind as I drink in this new day, especially the last line: "God's recreation of the first day."
While it's sung both ways, I like it when the word is expressed as re-creation (instead of the word for play and relaxation). Re-Creation - A repeat of creation.
And what happened last night, with family gathered, nurses hovering, doctors on call, friends praying, was God Re-Creating. Sure, things aren't perfect and won't be on this earth. But in the morning sunshine through the trees, the joyous singing of the birds, and the cries of a newborn - God reminds us - he's still on the job ---And All Things Are Made New!

Morning Has Broken Lyrics
(A Traditional Song, Lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon*)

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day