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The Road To Emma!
Hi Everyone,
Sunday, my wife and I were privileged to spend an intimate evening with Rovivus and her fellow and Explorer and her husband. My oldest nephew and niece were also present. We enjoyed a pleasant meal at a nice downtown Clayton restaurant. We came together to celebrate a major accomplishment by Rovivus. She is now the most educated member of my family, although my wife is not too far behind her (my wife is also working to complete a master’s program). Rovivus just completed her master’s program at St. Louis University. She now has a Master’s Degree in Social Work. I was honored to spend the evening celebrating her accomplishment, and I am honored by all her hard work and success. I am very proud of her, and I love her very much.
My oldest daughter and her husband were not able to attend because she was beginning the first symptoms of her labor. My daughter gave birth to her first child and our third grand baby at 5:52 Monday morning. Her name is Emma Angelina. Angelina is the middle name of my son-in-law’s grandmother. This fine lady died several weeks ago.
We were at the hospital when Emma was born. My wife watched the delivery. I have seen the birth of six children and giving birth is the hardest task that I have seen anyone accomplish. There is nothing that a man can do which approaches giving birth. I am very proud of the ladies in my life. Our mothers, my wife, my daughters, my nieces, and, now, my granddaughters, and I am very thankful to my Heavenly Father for all of them.
Here is a little poem that I was inspired to compose after finally getting to hold little Emma in my arms around 10:00 AM:
Sincerely, Spying
Sunday, my wife and I were privileged to spend an intimate evening with Rovivus and her fellow and Explorer and her husband. My oldest nephew and niece were also present. We enjoyed a pleasant meal at a nice downtown Clayton restaurant. We came together to celebrate a major accomplishment by Rovivus. She is now the most educated member of my family, although my wife is not too far behind her (my wife is also working to complete a master’s program). Rovivus just completed her master’s program at St. Louis University. She now has a Master’s Degree in Social Work. I was honored to spend the evening celebrating her accomplishment, and I am honored by all her hard work and success. I am very proud of her, and I love her very much.
My oldest daughter and her husband were not able to attend because she was beginning the first symptoms of her labor. My daughter gave birth to her first child and our third grand baby at 5:52 Monday morning. Her name is Emma Angelina. Angelina is the middle name of my son-in-law’s grandmother. This fine lady died several weeks ago.
We were at the hospital when Emma was born. My wife watched the delivery. I have seen the birth of six children and giving birth is the hardest task that I have seen anyone accomplish. There is nothing that a man can do which approaches giving birth. I am very proud of the ladies in my life. Our mothers, my wife, my daughters, my nieces, and, now, my granddaughters, and I am very thankful to my Heavenly Father for all of them.
Here is a little poem that I was inspired to compose after finally getting to hold little Emma in my arms around 10:00 AM:
The Road To Emma
So great was my pleasure in holding you,
Bound securely against my chest.
Wondering if your little ear could hear,
The sounds of life’s great lessons,
Sent forth through the rhythmus of our heart.
How marvelous it was to greet you,
After the violence of being born!
How restfully secure and peaceful,
Did you seem balanced in my arms.
Joy to your Mother, Joy to your Father,
This joining that is of Angelina.
You possess a certain quiet,
That felt calming to my soul.
You know some of us are older,
Only known to the Ancient of Days!
May you be blessed, my dearest Emma, in your endeavors,
And righteous in all your ways.
So great was my pleasure in holding you,
Bound securely against my chest.
Wondering if your little ear could hear,
The sounds of life’s great lessons,
Sent forth through the rhythmus of our heart.
How marvelous it was to greet you,
After the violence of being born!
How restfully secure and peaceful,
Did you seem balanced in my arms.
Joy to your Mother, Joy to your Father,
This joining that is of Angelina.
You possess a certain quiet,
That felt calming to my soul.
You know some of us are older,
Only known to the Ancient of Days!
May you be blessed, my dearest Emma, in your endeavors,
And righteous in all your ways.
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