I Left My Heart.... In Arizona

Our visit this weekend with our first and only grandchild, Elena Morehouse, and her parents, Adam and Rachel, was absolutely delightful. I do believe that Elena must be the most beautiful, well adjusted, healthy, advanced, lovingly and wisely nurtured, 10 week old baby on the planet. Hold on, before you roll your eyes and dismiss the gush as another granddaughter smitten grandpa’s emotional ramblings, I have strong analytical proof of my assertions.

Just look at these pictures! I hardly think one could disagree.

For the three days we saw her, there was nary a tear, only some gentle and civil requests to her mother for some occasional creature comforts, and abundant smiles and laughter. She attended church with us Sunday without putting up a fuss and sat quietly through the service with her hands clasped in prayer on her lap, eyes reverently closed as to avoid distractions. And for our Sunday afternoon activity, she opted for a beautiful drive in to the Huachuca Mountains, then an athletic hike up Coronado Peak.

Adam and I both agreed that as typically legalistic minds, we have correctly and astutely arrived at the undeniable truth, Elena is simply the most beautiful baby girl on the planet. I am confident that if we had consulted the Army’s military intelligence emotion eliminating gurgle code interpreting algorithms and statistical analysis, we would have come to the same conclusion.