I am trying really hard to let L take care of the pics of baby D, but these two just took my breath away. The story behind the fiddle is too funny. The bass fiddle was Grandpa O's and we've had it for about 20 years. It is missing a string. I remember how hard Grandpa worked to refinish it and he would play for us once in a while. It is one of our family treasures. The photographer wanted to give it a try but we were worried baby D would fall off so L hid behind it and held him up. She folded herself up really small because you can't really even see her shadow. The blankets that he is wrapped in for both of the photos were crocheted by Grandma G. Again, family treasures. All of our grandparents have "gone the way of all the earth." We miss them, we remember them, and hope they are smiling down upon us. We look into the eyes of baby D and hope he met them before he came to Earth. Sometimes we don't want to think of the whole circle when it comes to the circle of life; we just like the beginning or the middle, but the ending becomes the beginning again. It seems like just yesterday that we took a six-day old baby up to the cabin and now she has her own baby. It is a joyful thing to see L & R as parents! They are so cute as a couple and I knew they would be great parents too! The circle keeps moving and it is our turn to be the grandparents. We are glad to have that responsibility and look forward to what the future will bring.