When my kids receive a gift from their grandparent, it's the grandparents I
watch, not my kids. When the presents produce squeals from the kids' mouths, I can't escape the glint in my parents' eyes. Who am I to stop that?
Seeing this child—and falling in love with him immediately—was an experience like nothing else. I wanted to protect him. To love him. To hug and kiss him. I wanted to be there for every moment, big or small. Every milestone. Always.
You are always with me. In those times when I lose my cool under frustration, like yesterday when Everett was whining and simultaneously the dog threw up all over the carpet, I can feel you witnessing it all. I can feel you helping me, calming me or laughing at the chaos and confusion you used to know so well.
