May I See A Raise of Hands

That's what happens when I look down and my 14 month old grandson is raising his arms for me to pick him up.  I'm in love.  The older he gets and the more he does that I know he recognizes me, knows I'm somebody special, the more in love I fall.  The more smitten I become.  When he reaches for me from someone else's arms (preferring to be with me) or cries when I leave the room...my heart just melts.  There is nothing like being a grandmother...nothing.  And it just gets better all the time!