Tonight, at 10:45 PM, São Paulo time, our first grandson, Lucas Donovan Portela, was born. As a matter of fact, although I am writing this on the 2nd, his birthday will always be celebrated on January 03. This because his parents live on the other side of the world, in Dhaka in Bangladesh, where they are eight hours ahead of us.
The last days have been full of prayers and attempts not to allow myself to worry too much, finding distraction in the Christmas and year’s end events. And God kept granting us moments of encouragement, in the midst of uncertainties linked to the fact that the baby was to be born at the time of a possibly problematic election, when curfews might be imposed, to a couple that normally goes around in rickshaws, in the capital of one of the poorest countries of the world.
We received the greatly expected phone call near noon here.
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