I was snuggling a sleeping little Sammy. When he's asleep his skin becomes milky-white and smooth and perfect (purely relaxed). As long as I live, I will always remember the most precious expression of love from my sweet, dear grandma-friend, Carolyn. Gazing at Sammy, she said, in her shaky grandma-voice,
"Oh, our little cherub."
Be still my heart! That's how I've felt about him since he was born, but never had the perfect words. She had the perfect words. And I love her for it.