Father and son. Precious.

I was elated to hear from my son Jaimie about the birth of his son (and my first grandson) Jaysen Mikail Fry on Wednesday, Oct. 2nd at 5:06 pm, tipping the scales at 6 lbs 7 oz, 20 inches. (Tale of the Tape for you sports fans). I was surprised by the deep happiness that washed over me when I got the message. (It’s FB message these days, not phone calls, but that’s okay. I’m not near my phone a lot these days.) I had some nice memories of his birth in June of 1993, and the fond moments with Kim and a young Rosalie during those very early days, but not without some current pain, though, I must confess. Still…..

Chelsy and Jaimie are a young couple, trying to figure this life out, but I look forward to seeing them sort this out. I’m sure that Jaimie is up to the task, just as he has found his mark as a young businessman. Being an artist, I applaud his efforts to become successful in the business world. He has become a fine, respectful, thoughtful and moral human and I am proud of his growth as a man, a husband, now as a father. I couldn’t ask for more.

Jaysen Mikail Fry on his birthday, Oct. 2nd, 2019.

Folks have come up to me to congratulate me, and it’s somewhat uncomfortable, though I appreciate the sentiments (hard for me to do, but getting better at it). Many folks have passed this grandparent way before and they know more that I do, but, still, there are other friends who pine for this to happen to them. It seems there’s a lot of emotion going on with these personal congratulations. But, they make my life richer to take it all in. I hope Jaime does the same in these precious days. I told him to enjoy the magic. I will, too.

So, “Pops” sound good to you? My grandfather Roy became “Pop Pop”. I am comfortable to whatever Jaysen comes up with. I look forward to getting to know you.