Another new British term I learned this past weekend. It’s a lively party or gathering. Prince Charles had one for 200 guests at Frogmore House following the Queen’s luncheon reception for 600 after the royal wedding.
We had one ourselves Monday morning from about 4:30 a.m. to close to noon at St. Francis Hospital as family and friends gathered to share in the joyous delivery of my newest grandson, William Pierce. Who by the way arrived close to noon yesterday morning weighing in at a healthy 9 pounds.
And my daughter had her own version of knees up as she pushed new life into this world.
Mom and baby are doing well. The pediatrician called him perfect. That kind of news is worth a lively party or gathering. The miracle of childbirth. And I got to witness it firsthand! My baby having a baby!
Can you imagine what kind of knees up there will be when Jesus returns? When we celebrate God’s own son’s final return? I Can Only Imagine. None of us can. But there will certainly be cause for celebration!
But for last night. Like any gathering, the celebration ended. The party was over. The guests went home. For mom, the labor had ceased. It was time to offer mom and dad and baby rest. Sweet slumber. From the lively welcoming to this world.
And for that we give God thanks. For a healthy delivery and a perfect baby boy.
Congratulations Madden and Andrew! He’s precious!
Come to me all who labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28
Love and laughter,