OK...I'm in. I'm a blogger now. My days of scribbling in a journal are over and my days of electronic recording have begun. The joy of grandparenting must be captured. The experience is too incredible to allow fading memory cells the prevent me from recalling these marvelous days of Huston, our first. And soon, Arden will be here too. In fact she is could arrive at any moment, though I truly believe it will be November before she makes her appearance.

I have to admit that my world has narrowed. I am no longer as interested in going out with friends, visiting museums, traveling, etc. I now look forward to spending time with Huston each week-end. But as my world has narrowed it has also become richer and full of a new type of happiness. Truitt and I are transfixed by the beauty and perfection of Huston. We thank God for him. We pray each day that he will love the Lord with all his heart and find His purposes in his life.

He loves our house. He wants to "pay with the red door", "pay with the white door", "pay with the clock" and throw rocks in the pond. The pure joy reflected in his face at the simplest of things brings us the purest joy.

Last week after spending the night with us we took him home. He fell asleep in the car and woke only as we were getting him out of the car seat. He woke up, looked up at me with eyes still half closed and said, "Mimi's house, again!". We love that. We love him. He is our grandson. He is grand.