“I didn’t want you to see me cry, Grandma. I saw the album last night and couldn’t stop reading it. This is the best gift anyone has ever given me.”
Just then, I heard footsteps on the porch. My daughter and grandson were standing there, both smiling. He stepped inside, wrapped me in a tight hug, and whispered, “I’m taking this with me wherever I go. So I never forget where I come from—or who loves me most.”
And every act of love, no matter how small, eventually finds its way back to you.
