On November 21 at 6:14 in the morning my youngest son became a father. What a tug at the heart it was to watch my seventh grandchild come into this world. Lucas Jeffrey Kennedy was born weighing 9 lbs. 4 oz. and was 21 3/4 inches long. I can't tell you how it felt to watch as Damion helped his wife through hours of delivery. He was by her side the entire time, encouraging her, holding her hand, dabbing the sweat off her face, whatever he could do to help ease the burden of childbirth. Little Lucas gave his mom a tussle coming out, he made his appearance after many hours of induced labor and 3 intense hours of pushing. Our little Daunee' was at a point of sheer exhaustion by the time Lucas decided to arrive. The crowd cheered and clapped for the little guy as he took his first breath. I say crowd because what was just suppose to be a couple of people turned into two grandma's, one grandpa, two aunts, one midwife, one doctor, 4 nurses and of course his mom and dad. (one of those little perks from being a nurse at the hospital). I met some of the nicest people at that hospital and was amazed at the wonderful care they gave Daunee and Damion and their families. I was also fortunate enough to get to know Daunee's family a little better, especially her mom. I truly enjoyed some long talks during the many hours we spent together. When I left Sheridan today tears streamed down my face, not from sadness (well maybe a little cuz I knew I wouldn't see Lucas for a few weeks) but mostly for happiness for my son. Congratulations to my son and daughter in-law.