It is quite a tender moment when a Grandmother meets a new Grandchild and falls in love all over again. For me it happened Sunday while holding Jack in Sacrament and Sunday School Meetings. He was peacefully sleeping in my arms. Mouth so cute I just wanted to kiss it and kiss it, again and again. Eyebrows furrowed, was he having a bad dream? I knew he was mine. He was a link in our family. And in that instant I fell madly in love with the little guy. He belongs to us and we belong to him. It is wonderful, is it not?
What a great reward.
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