Heart on Overdrive: Grandparent Love Explained (sort of)
It had been years since I held a new baby for hours — his head nestled on my chest, hanging on every sigh, breathing in his scent, no place more important to be than right here.
It had been years since I held a new baby for hours — his head nestled on my chest, hanging on every sigh, breathing in his scent, no place more important to be than right here.
