My brother recently had a baby boy named after him, Charles Thomas Rice. Ruth and I were privileged to go to Houston to help a week after he was born. I don't know how much help we actually did, but we did do a lot of holding and cuddling. He's very cute, looking nothing like our side of the family. Ruth did very well with him. One night we took Mom and baby to her brother's home for a Seder dinner. That was interesting. They're all Jewish so it was neat to experience the Passover dinner with them. We did miss our family back home though. We were gone for 4 days and you would've thought it had been a month. Ruth even cried one evening because she missed Grace so much. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.