It was just yesterday, or so it seems, that my wife and I were raising young children of our own—four in all. How time flies. Now, they’re all grown and our second oldest, Josh and his wife, Autumn, recently brought our first grandchild into the world. That was very nice of them.

I don’t know who said it first, but I love the statement, “If I would have known grandchildren would have been so much fun, I would have had them first.” That’s very funny and very true. It’s hard to imagine any greater feeling than holding your son’s son—your baby’s baby.

Honestly, I can’t help but stare at him. As I cradle him tenderly in my arms, I can’t help but marvel at the fact that I am holding a little person who is the extension of our own family. I see the resemblance of our son and his wife.

At times like these, I fight back the tears and the urge to sing “The Circle of Life.” I stare into his eyes and attempt to peer into his soul. I study his fingers and his toes—amazed at how small, how delicate, and yet how intricate they are. He is absolutely beautiful and I can’t help but see the mercy and majesty of God in this little child—my son’s son. This child has already changed the world—at least mine.

I know, I know, he’s “just another baby”. Believe me, I understand that. I, too, have sat in the bleachers and watched for many years as excited grandmas and grandpas have posted pictures on social media. The first ones were really cute. By the 99th picture, well…

I have said for years that I would not be “that person” and randomly post pictures every other day. All of that has changed now. For you see, I’ve been inducted into the GC (Grandparents Club) and everything he does is wonderful and special.

Although I’m still getting used to the idea of being called “grandpa”, I am enjoying the experience. There is no feeling like it in the world. I find myself anxiously awaiting the chance to be able to see him and hold him. In fact, recently, I was even willing to change a “stinky diaper”. It must be love. But honestly, one’s enough (one diaper–not grandchild).

I look forward to watching him grow and celebrating his milestones. I look forward to playing hide and seek, throwing a football, scaring grandma with a plastic snake, telling him some of the great stories from the Bible, and eating all kinds of high-calories foods that he probably won’t get to enjoy at home. After all, that’s what grandpa’s do—they spoil the grandchildren and send them home—or so I’ve been told.

Although I’m new at this grandpa thing, it’s one of the greatest feelings in the world! And one day, perhaps, my son’s son will also have a child. And so, the circle of life continues.

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