It's hard to express the feelings of becoming a grandfather. The phone call in the late afternoon came with such relief that the delivery went well, and that the pink cheeked baby and mother are doing fine.
Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild. ~Welsh Proverb
On the theme of babies, William Blake (1757-1827) wrote:
A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head;
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight;
Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles....
