People had told me that there is nothing like the feeling of holding one’s grandchild. I believed them, knowing that it would certainly be special and that it would seem amazing that my child now has a child. But, nothing could have prepared me for the wonder of the moment when Nathaniel came down the stairs carrying Paul, with a huge smile on his face as he handed Paul to me. I took Paul into my arms and started to cry. There is nothing like the feeling of holding one’s grandchild. I could have held him forever.
|When Nathaniel first handed Paul to me|
|Swaddled in the blanket I made for him|
|Dressed in his Harvard colors|
|First time at church|