My daughter-in-law stopped me from seeing my grandkids over a photo on Facebook – so I made sure she got a wake-up call.

little sister, Nora, followed with both arms full of albums.

Brittany reached for her phone.

I saw the movement.

Then I saw her stop.

Good.

The children spilled photographs across the patio table.

Edward with missing teeth.

George with dark hair.

Me pregnant in a yellow dress, one hand under my belly, squinting into sunlight.

A beach picture from 1983, my thighs continue reading …