No words could capture the joy I felt when I held my tiny son for the first time. With only a blanket wrapped loosely around him, my fingertips served as my eyes, exploring every inch of him, verifying his perfection. The feel of his satiny soft skin brought tears to my eyes, and instead of crying like most newborns did, he cooed. I felt his little arms and legs pumping excitedly. I imagined he was telling us of his long journey into the world.

Josh, three days old.	Mom's first touch.
Dad's first touch.	1st Birthday
Josh sitting on Great Grandpa Conrad (Old Pa)	Josh’s Pa Dale Williams holding him
Josh and Mom, Christmas at Grandma's 1990	Josh and paternal Grandpa Brown (Pa Harry)
Josh’s paternal Grandma (Ma) combing his hair	Josh and buddy Bobby Ellsworth in a peach tree

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