The Real Change of Life, July 28, 2016

When I look at the photograph of my firstborn’s firstborn, I see hope.
I see my father’s cheekbones and my mother’s forehead.
She wears her Daddy’s ears and chin on that tiny face.
Her uncle’s mouth and her Mum’s eyes and nose.
When I look at that tiny hand wrapped around my son’s finger, I feel joy.
It’s pit-of-the stomach emotion that’s wrought from me.
My arms ache to hold her and breathe her new baby smell, but it doesn’t matter.
The spark of her life ignited the bond that is forged in love.
My baby’s baby is here and I am forever changed.
I am a grandmother