I will never see that life unfurl, will never feel those tiny fingers curl around mine, will never see my granddaughter inherit the secrets of motherhood, the way it binds us together. I held my babies as she holds hers, and I should be there to show her, to give her tired eyes a moment to close, to say, give me that baby, the one I’ve loved for as long as I’ve loved you, which is to say, before we ever met, for my entire lifetime and forevermore.
