The Fruits (and veggies) of Labor....and God's plan;-)

It is an exceptionally beautiful fall day. I have an exceptionally beautiful (almost) daughter-in-law and an exceptionally handsome squashed grandson.  Every week since he was the size of a pea, we have taken a picture of just what size our baby Jett is.  We've been through peas, lentils, beans and blueberries, grapes and lemons.  He grew slowly to the length of a carrot and banana and now is showing his heft resembling (in weight and size,) a spaghetti squash. Six weeks ago, he was  swimming around heading south. Today, he's heading north.  I know he has 18 more weeks to get his bearings but walking out seems unacceptable....as I'll only be watching, pretty sure participating will be a tad more uncomfortable.


I think God has a hand preparing Dads for delivery.  Moms endure the actual physical pain but Dads  sit nearby and bear the reality of their role in the process.  Recently, Jeff has drilled his finger, nailed his finger and last night pretty much tried to research the bone, muscle and nerve placement of his ring finger.  Six stitches later, he is learning to live with pain.  All, I believe, part of God's plan to bring a more compassionate father to the stirrups.  I think it's working. Let the class be over!!