I had a poetic moment today. My third grandchild was born. His name is Nathen Lee.

While I have three grandchildren, this is the first time I’ve ever held a baby this small. Through three nephews and a niece, I’ve never actually been there to hold them on the first day. I feel like I’ve missed something. If only I could go back and recapture it. But, (sigh) life can’t be lived backwards.

I didn’t miss out on this one, though. These are the moments of poetry. The moments that, when experienced, you think, “if only I could capture that in a phrase.” The phrase hasn’t come to me yet. It may never come to me.

Good thing we have pictures. Otherwise, we’d be stuck with one thousand useless words.