His First Sunset
When I became a grandmother, I was with my daughter in the birthing room, attending her through her labor. When the baby was born, the midwife invited me to cut the cord. Within moments I was holding a small, squirming, wrapped bundle. I held my grandson up to the west window, overlooking the Mississippi River, to show him his first sunset. I said to him, "Welcome home, little one. I wish you love and long life. May you be a blessing to the world." Then I placed him in his mother's arms and hugged them both.
The Rev. Carole Martignacco
Derby Line, VT