I was getting nervous, the excited-butterflies kind, as our two-car caravan navigated the unmarked dusty roads in Mbabe, Rwanda. We were almost there.

It's been 7 days. Here's the update... (I promise no gross details!) Birth Story - the short version!

It wasn’t long until we were both sitting down at her dining room table, store brand soda in hand, listening to her stories. For some reason, this particular afternoon, they moved me deeply.

Sometimes at night I come in your room
Sit by your bed, and stare at you
You blink those heavy eyes.
You’re sleepy shy

As part of my normal routine, I pick up the pen and write my own entry. Eventually I pack up, putting the journal away, and hover over his gravesite. Deep sigh. It's been a long time, Jer.

I’ve learned that, tucked between full houses and four-of-a-kinds, can come the most inspirational stories from my 86 year old, under-5-foot-and-stil-shrinking, Grandma Vi. Today was no exception. She paused with the dice in her hands and began to tell a story from a few weeks ago…