Last week we had our 4th grandchild, another baby girl. She’s tiny and squeaks and loves to be held. She came a little earlier than we hoped, but mom and baby are doing well. Babies are a blessing, especially when they are wanted and born into a loving family that will give them every chance at a good life. But, with sentimentality just dripping off of me, let me tell you what touches me the most about these additions to our family…..watching my husband with them. This man has always been a complete push over when it comes to his own children, but with the grandchildren….he’s doomed! He holds, he caresses, he comforts, he tickles, he gets down on the floor and plays ball and stacks cubes, he pays attention and yet lets them have plenty of