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    Elias Lee Marston

    It’s official.

    The boys have now tied the girls in the great grandchildren category.

    Our newest great grandchild, Elias Lee Marston was born July 2, 2015. Five pounds, fourteen ounces, 19 inches long. He’s a keeper.

    When we received the call, Ginger informed me she has been to all family births, for the exception of one great grandchild due to we were out of state.

    “Get the car ready, we’re leaving in 30 minutes,” she retorted.

    “Where we going?” I asked.

    “The baby is being born in Lexington,” she replied.

    “That’s three hours one way,” I reasoned.

    “Yes, and it takes you four hours to play one round of golf,” she proclaimed.

    “No we’ll simply go down, see the new baby and return home, so you can make your tee-time tomorrow.

    Ginger always has a way of leaving no room for discussion. “I’ll make sure we have enough gas to get there,” I announced.

    When we reached the hospital, we were the next to last great grand parents to make the waiting room. When the count finally made, there were 22 friends and family ready to see Elias. When the time finally came, it was a mad rush to the room.

    Elias was being passed around like a racing baton. When granddaughter number one (Taylor Sargent Marston) asked me if I wanted to hold him. I simply replied, “I’ll wait until he’s about a month old.”

    I have the fear, when babies are that fragile and tiny, I might stumble and drop them. Just like I do when helping Ginger carry in the groceries, and I take on the fresh watermelon.

    Taylor, Kyle, and Elias are all doing fine, living with mom and dad, two siblings, and four dogs. The Marston’s have been a military family for the past four years living in Germany.

    It goes without saying that they want to get out on their own and start living a normal life.

    This week’s bottom line: Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer.
    Arnold Schwarzenegger

    Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.
    Ray Bradbury

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