My Grandfather Asked Why I Was Walking With My Baby

crossed the space between us fast, stopping only long enough not to crush Noah between us as he wrapped his arms around me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into my hair. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here.”

I closed my eyes.

“You’re here now.”

He pulled back and looked at Noah.

Our son stared at him with wide, serious eyes.

Daniel laughed softly, but his eyes were wet.continue reading …