My daughter, my eldest child, just had her first child–– a baby boy, named Amitai. They live in Israel, and I flew over for his birth and to help afterwards. What was meant to be a two-week trip, became 4 and I’ve been an integral part of a very important time in my first grand baby’s life, and in those first few weeks as my daughter becomes a mother. As I wrote this my sweet grandbaby slept against me, his little fingers feeling my dress, as he dreamt. He made little sounds, and shifted, nestling closer, and my entire being takes him in and fills with love. As I planned to leave, he knew my voice; he loved me to hold him– he sought the crook of my neck and nestled there. He brightened up when I talked to him, and watched me intently as I sang to him. My voice, my…
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