"Four-Four"

My sister phoned early this morning to tell of the safe arrival of her grandson.  We all had a sleepless night as we had learned my niece was being induced, and there could be a problem with the baby, which they thought was only about five pounds (yet nearly 39 weeks).

Her son-in-law had called her to share the good news just a few minutes before. Maybe Lulu was distracted by the sound of her grandson's cry, but she thought the new father said, "four-four."  "Four pounds, four ounces?" she screeched. (And when I heard the words, I immediately asked, "Apgar score 4-4?")

We were both wrong. For after a night of labor and back rubbing and waiting on God, little wee one's parents welcomed him, weighing in at a wonderful six and 1/2 pounds. Son-in-law was exclaiming Galatians 4:4––

" ... when the fullness of time came, God sent forth His son, born of a woman ..."

It feels like something good has happened today, and indeed it has. In the fullness of time.