Several weeks ago, I traveled to Baltimore for a series of meetings. Having carried out my business, I traveled to the home of Nomi and Keith, my daughter and son-in-law, and Bina, the Blessed first grandchild. Those of us who are grandparents know of the indescribable, visceral joy of seeing our grandchildren after an extended absence. At ten months, Bina's first reation is one of slight confusion, and then, a pointed finger, pre-language chatter and a heart-melting, baby teeth revealing smile. Words obscure the depth of love I feel for her. Perhaps Song of Songs, 2:12 comes close: "The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing is come". The Thursday of my visit was reserved for grandpa sitting as Nomi headed for her social work field placement. The night before, I was fully briefed on the use of the electric bottle warmer, video night vision baby-monitor, sound machine and ultrasonic humidifier. I navigated most of these devices with a novice’s level of