I had every intention of writing about how the Christian community is responding to the recent developments on same-sex marriage. That, however, went out the window first thing. As I said yesterday, I’m at the beach this week and there’s been a new addition to the crowd: Diana’s daughter and grandson. What is it about a baby that makes everyone lose their mind?
I get up much earlier than anyone else around here, mostly because I did that for so many years before I retired. Sometimes, that’s a good thing; especially when you’re in a house full of young people and it’s the only quiet time of the day. So, I was sitting here, trying to decide if I wanted to write this morning or take advantage of being on vacation when Lauren came downstairs with Brennan. It’s been a long time since I was spent much time around a baby, but I haven’t lost my touch. Well, I think I haven’t; he’s such a happy little fellow, there’s not much challenge.
It’s impossible for me to be grouchy whenever there’s a baby around, especially one as good as Brennan. I don’t know if it’s the innocence, the new life or what, but holding a baby is a sure-fire cure for whatever ails me. Of course, that’s not true when it’s time for a diaper change, but otherwise…
I’m sure there’s something profound and spiritual I could say here, but it’s my last full day at the beach and I’m going to take advantage of it. Between that and the baby, I should have a full day. Later.