You took your first steps with that broad smile on your face. No obstacle was hard enough, no matter the tottering pace of your chubby legs. You mumbled Mom for the first time, and I understood the meaning behind a melophile. You got a football scholarship and played professionally, yet never failed to help the less fortunate. You got married, made me Grandma, and I’m bewildered at how time slipped away.
Today.
You are that empathy in your children’s eyes, an unabating reminder in their gleeful laughter, an added wrinkle on my face; precious memorabilia in our photo album.