It’s a love like no other. Familiar, yet altogether different. I’ve received her love in the form of a mom, but to experience it again through the eyes of my son is both nostalgic and distinctly unique. It’s the way it is with a grandma. She’s still the same person, but her love isn’t rushed or hurried this time. She’s more present, living in the moment. She carries an awareness of the fragility of time, and her grandkids benefit from it.