When these two groups of people came together, when three generations met for the very first time, it felt like I'd found the final puzzle pieces I always knew I was missing. Still, there was an overwhelming sense of completion that I never expected to feel. Layers of happiness and satisfaction revealed themselves in rapid succession. Fortunately I was ready and prepared to feel emotions on a high level. Just nowhere near THAT level.
I'll never, ever forget the moment the Jefferson Four stepped into that hospital room at Fairview Ridges Hospital and met my son for the first time. These people who had meant more than anything to me for almost all of my days said hello to this boy who just one day earlier had assumed that role. Grandpa and Pa, Unc and Auntie all took their turns holding the newest Jefferson. Gazing at him in awe and wonder. Inevitably experiencing at least passing moments of disbelief that their son/brother had managed to make this all happen.
But somewhere in there is this: I don't care who you are, where you've been or what you do. Creating a life tops it all. Becoming a parent to another human being is the greatest thing there is.
And when you can do it alongside an constantly astounding wife with the never ending support of a loving family?
That's my own personal heaven. And I believe...
