GrandGrand Baby

My wife walked back and forth with the newborn in her arms and a soft pink blush on her cheeks. She hummed a melody she used to use on our kids, and I noticed how beautiful she was, even with her graying hair and increasing wrinkles. She winked at my daughter and told her how proud she was of her, then kissed the baby on the forehead softly. As she laid the little angel in my arms, she kissed me too, and I knew then and there that she was finally back.