Two months ago from this writing my daughter Eileen gave birth to her first child, Corinne Mae. She came three weeks early and spent her first days of life in the neo-natal intensive care unit. Donna and I were in New Jersey for the weekend to visit Donna’s mother when Eileen called with the news. Corie is beautiful and healthy, with very well-developed lungs that turbo-power her cries. When awake, she is alert, her big eyes tracking what is in her field of vision; when asleep, she is the most beautiful thing imaginable. She is my first grandchild, and the first grandchild among my family and Eileen’s husband Andrew’s family. She is the first great-grandchild of the 22 grandchildren of Donna’s parents. I have delayed in writing about her while I processed the meaning for me of her arrival. I’m still processing. I am reminded of Donna’s and my own experiences of welcoming new life into our family. First was the relief that mother and baby were well. Then came the ons