That due date came and went, and the day of my departure was finally just one day away. I was resigned to going home without seeing my grandson.
Then, on the morning of my departure, the word came that my daughter and her husband were on their way to the hospital. And, just five hours before I had to leave for the airport, Elliot James came into the world.
Grandpa was as happy as can be.
But Big Sister Iris was the happiest of all.