He is the light of my life and the reason I have found an extra chamber in my heart. This is what we wade through diapers, terrible twos, dance recitals, baseball games, broken arms,broken hearts, driver’s permits, lost pack packs, D’s in Physics and college applications for.

This is it.  The gift for being a parent is being a grandparent. Pure joy and innocence; unconditional love and pride. Our second chance at loving a baby purely, openly without the angst of the right way to do it.