There are some things
in life that I never get tired of…seeing cars, trucks, and babies.
With the arrival of my
22nd grandchild, I have never gotten tired of holding a baby,
especially my own grandchild. I sat in the hospital room, amazed at this tiny
creature with the most perfectly formed features. I had to keep looking at his
face with the light colored eyebrows, tiny nose, and the most perfect lips. I
had to touch his ‘baby’ soft skin. I loved the special smell of a baby, one
that I identify with what heaven or beyond must smell like. I am intrigued at
the smile that comes and goes on his face, as if he is having a secret conversation
with angels. I would love to know what they are talking about.
While I’m enjoying my
grandmother time with Nolan Eliot Hoolahan, his older brother, Will, who is
2-years-old, and his cousin, Noah, 3-years-old are entertaining themselves as
only little boys can find so entertaining. With the help of Will’s father, they
are kneeling on the wide sill of the window ledge. They are peering down from
their 8th floor perch, from Children’s Hospital. It’s a crisp November
day, with dark clouds in the sky and a beautiful scene of the downtown
skyscrapers in the distance.
Their conversation goes
much like this – “Cars – Trucks –Ambulance.” This pretty much says it all, on
this cool November day, as I rock baby, Nolan, to the sounds of ‘cars, trucks,
ambulances.’
Welcome, Nolan, your
life is going to be filled with love and I promise you, it will be an
interesting ride!
