A story about a child that touched my heart.

My story has not made the news, no it's not on face book. A little over three years ago, on October 2. That's 2008 for those who are trying to add it up. (lol) I was able to be in the delivery room when my grandson Adonis was coming into the world. I had been to the hospital earlier that evening awaiting his arrival and was told it would be a while. It seem like I had jsut gotten back into the bed and the phone rang. It was my son, "come on Ma, it time. I got there and I said "Oh my God" (that's to much information) to my future daughte-in-law. (My son and her are getting married next year) The crown of my grandson's head was showing (about the size of a quater). To make the story short. I had the opportunity to witness my grandson being born. The whole process, with my son cutting the cord. The doctor was so patient and generous. My grandson was a premature and we all know the risk of that. Today my grandson is three going on forty. This touched my heart like nothing else in the world could do up to this point. Seeing the birth on television is nothing like the real live birth. His birthday is coming and I am so grateful and blessed to have him in my life.