Brotherly Love (Day 1 from Cleansing Thoughts)
IT’S THE EVEV OF MY grandson’s first birthday, and as I look down into his sleeping face, I recall with great detail the evening he was born. Maybe it was because he was my first grandchild or perhaps it was the event that surrounded his birth that I remember so well. All the expectant grandparents were waiting with great anticipation for the announcement to be made that the baby had arrived. I smiled as I thought of the single tear I had seen falling from the corner of my daughter-in-law’s eyes as the pain intensified, yet she never uttered a word. The strength and the determination she showed caused such a warm feeling of pride to rise up within me. I thought to myself, “It wouldn’t be long now.” As we waited, thoughts flooded my mind if what this newest arrival would bring into our lives. Suddenly, the door was opened, and we were told it was a boy and the new family was doing fine. I remember vividly the first time I saw this precious little face as his mother held him in he