Dancing and Weeping

What made you dance in 2012? What made you weep?

On that evening in mid-September, I leaped from my chair, grabbed hold of my bride, and we polkaed through the night. Our first grandchild was born, 6 pounds, 4 ounces, a boy, and he and mother are doing well. The next generation was assured.

It was a long time coming, but normal in the family when you consider that grandma was the youngest child of the youngest child on her mother's side, and maybe that went another generation back too.Grandchildren come in their own time. They give great joy from before the time of birth, actually, and I have a feeling that this boy will do no wrong ever. It's a long time from birth to adulthood. A lot of things happen. Learning to walk and talk and eat. To tie shoes, read and write. To play and work. To love.

So there will be a lot of dancing as the years go on; many more occasions to dance.

And what made me weep? Grandma passed away after knowing her grandson for such a short time.