|The ciiiiiiiircle of liiiiiiiife...|
I've spent the past hour or so worrying away at a poem that captures the essence of the experience of seeing my mother's parents love on my son, but it's just not happening. I think I need to let it percolate a bit.
I'm feeling pretty triumphant in spite of that, however, because as we were leaving, my Oma told me (and I quote) "You're a good mother." If you knew her exacting standards for, well, everything, you'd be giving me a standing ovation right now.