A Matter of Perspective

When I go hunting, I pray and ask God to give me an animal. I don't ask for a deer with a huge antler rack. I don't own or use a book with trophy animal scores. I don't even know how to measure antlers to score them. Why?
You can't eat antlers. I can make arrow head tools from them, or use them for other tasks, but that is all. I don't have any big fish stuffed and mounted on my wall, either. I take what Creator gives me and am thankful.

So, for me it makes sense when I wrote about the birth of Katie, to simply say that she was healthy. I didn't include additional measurements, like the length or weight. My grand-daughter is not subject to measurements like a trophy bass.

I can see it now,... it is Judgment Day. I am standing in the crowd of the Redeemed and I hear an angel speak in the heavens, "Howard Johnson, birth weight blah blah and length blah blah, step forward!"
I don't think so.
It is more important how we finish the race than how we began. Well, that's my take on it.