Of Cars, Trucks, Ambulances

There are some things in life that I never get tired of…seeing cars, trucks, and babies.

With the arrival of my 22^nd 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 8^th 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!