Today I got to hold my newest...sixth...great-grandchild. He's a little over two weeks old, but due to illnesses and weather, today was the first time I've met him. He's wonderful! So tiny ..so perfect.
Since his birth, I've been told he looks just like Grant did (his two-year-old big brother), that he looks even more like his dad, Anthony than Grant did. But when I look at him, I really don't see anybody but him. And that's my wish for him. That he will grow up to be himself...and the best himself that he can be.
Maybe he'll be president and preside, with God's help, over a peaceful nation. Maybe he'll be a doctor, prescribing God's love along with his medicine. Maybe he'll be a scientist and, with God's guiding hands, discover a cure for the common cold. Maybe he'll be a truck-driver, riding with God, delivering necessary material and goods to a needy world. But whatever he chooses, I pray that he will always rely on God's love to make him the best he can be.
Welcome to my world, Wyatt Glenn Knudson.
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