I don’t cry often. I was raised where crying seemed to be a sign of weakness. I don’t remember ever seeing my father cry as a child. I only remember my mom crying during movies. Needless to say, it takes something very emotional to make me cry.
Yesterday we were in the garage working on the next amazing creation and I received a text message. Not just any text message. It was a picture sent by my daughter. This picture sent me to tears. Tears of joy, happiness but most of all thankfulness. Most grandparents get to see their kids hold their own baby right after birth. This wasn’t the case with our little man.
After waiting eight weeks and two days, my daughter and son in law were able to hold their baby for the first time. Thirteen day before they were told that he may not live and here they are….big smiles on their faces and a look of comfort on Elliott’s sweet face.
I have been a skeptic of the power of prayer in my life. Not any more. I would have to say these last eight weeks have been nothing but prayer from people all over the nation. People that I don’t know have prayer for my baby and grandbaby. The power of prayer and most of all God have kept us all going through this rough time.
These last eight weeks have been so emotionally and physically taxing on my beautiful daughter and my amazing son in law. But yesterday…that made it all worth it to them.
We also had our friends over for dinner last night. 
It was a beautiful night in the outdoor kitchen talking business and pleasure over dinner.
Such a wonderful day. God is so good.