Watching a child grow up is a gift. Being invited to continue knowing them as adults is another. When I look back, it isn’t the big moments that rise first. It’s the small hands. The weight of a child asleep against my chest. The way time softens when you are watching someone you love grow….
Tag: grandchildren
Skip with me, nanna!
Growing older teaches us that giving between generations was never one-way. We were just walking, hand in hand, the way grandmothers and little granddaughters do. The day was mild, the sky wide and blue, and her tiny fingers wrapped around mine with the kind of trust that softens your soul. “Nanna,” she said, looking up…
