While you have been waking and sleeping and going about your daily routine, things have been happening on the Western front, which is what I have decided to call that portion of Rhymeswithplague Land that lies outside the blog.
For instance, and you already knw this, our fourth great-grandchild was born earlier this month. His parents named him Shepherd. We were already aware, but I don't think I had said it on the blog, that a fifth and, yes, even a sixth great-grandchild are, how you say, in the oven, waiting to make their appearances later this year.
Well, lo and behold, we have now learned that a seventh great-grandchild is due in January.
Our family is growing by leaps and bounds. The last of our six grandchildren, and the only girl in the lot, is getting married this summer to a very nice young man named Ryan. At the beginning of 2026 our extended family, including spouses, consisted of 19 adults and three children, a total of 22 souls in all if my math skills haven't atrophied. By January 2027 our family will consist, God willing, of 20 adults and seven children, a total of 27 souls.
Our grandsons seem to have married girls who are, you should pardon the expression, fertile Myrtles, and the virility of the boys is not in doubt.
I know there are lots of families that are larger than ours. One couple we know are expecting their 18th grandchild any day now. Our numbers pale by comparison, but both Mrs. Rhymeswithplague (the lovely Ellie) and I continue to be amazed and thankful as we see our family expanding. What started with just the two of us now includes our three children and their spouses, our six grandchildren and their spouses (I'm including Ryan), and 'twill soon be seven great-grandchildren. The first four greats are all boys. I'm hoping to see some girls in there too.
No wonder we keep on smiling. We are blessed.
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