By Jim Langham

At Kirsten’s baptism a couple of weeks ago, several people reflected about how much our granddaughter looks like our oldest daughter, Julie, who has, at times, carried somewhat of the look of my mother, aka the Hirschy side of our family.

And then there was the moment I had been waiting for; following the baptism, as we gathered for a family dinner, I was designated to hold baby Kirsten and give her a bottle while her mother took a break to eat lunch.

There she was, so innocent and trusting, looking at me with her big blue eyes, and bringing back memories from a generation ago when I was holding Julie, Sandi and Jason in a similar fashion. The grown children were around me and I couldn’t help but think how quickly a generation passes.