Last Thursday afternoon at 4:13 p.m. my second grandson was born. Jackson Liles weighed in at six pounds, eight ounces and was nineteen and a half inches long. He is perfect. I'm sure that is not technically true . . . but from Papa J's perspective he is. Three people have already shared how handsome he is. I am assuming that is what they meant when they said that he looked like me. I am so proud of Jana and David. They are doing great. The first two nights home with the new baby they weathered (literally) tornado watches and warnings. Things seem to be settling down at this point so hopefully things will get a little easier. I'm already looking forward to exploring the back yard, wrestling in the floor, talking about the meaning of life, and teaching him how to throw and catch a football. The future looks bright.
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