My son’s wife had always refused to let anyone hold their baby—until the day of my birthday party.

my granddaughter in my arms for the first time in her life.

I know I probably should have refrained from doing it.

Even now, thinking back on it, I can still feel Willow’s tiny weight in my arms, warm and soft against my chest. I can still hear the murmur of voices from my birthday party behind me, the clinking of glasses, and the soft rustling of leaves continue reading …