For the first time in our lives, we woke on Christmas Eve as grandparents. How thrilling! Our precious 7-week-old granddaughter was asleep just down the hall. We entered the room quietly and studied her sweet little face while the windows let in the rising sun’s bright, wintry light and she began to stir. After a change of clothes and cuddles galore, Pap-pap fed her a bottle of warm milk. “She’ll be awake and alert after her breakfast,” her Mama had told us; but satisfied with a full belly and Pap-pap’s comfortable shoulder to cozy up on, Dreamland was much more appealing to Charlotte. Sweet dreams, my love. Today and always.
Children are a blessing and a gift from the LORD.
— Psalm 127:3
She is just precious - and this is wonderful in b&w. And these Christmas Eves just get better for the next few years with grandchildren. It's seeing through their eyes and their happiness.