I just watched a lady see her grandma for the 1st time on tiktok. Her son was picking up either the daughter or son from the airport but grandma didn't know the baby was in the car.
He told her that she needed to come outside because he had been involved in a hit and run. She was so sweet, saying it was okay and it could be fixed.
The amount of love from that mom about her son and seeing the baby was heart warming.
The baby was so perfect. Happy. Precious.
I thought we all started out that way, hopefully. I think of how many bumps, bruises, cuts, heart aches I've had in my life.
The unbearable sadness that fills my body at times making it hard to breathe at times.
I find it incredibly difficult to think I was that perfect baby that hopefully made someone's eyes light up the way that mother/grandmother did.
