Because my son was premature, I couldn’t even hold him for two weeks. When the hospital finally called and said I could bring him home, I couldn’t get there fast enough. He was so tiny and fragile I thought he would break if I picked him up. On the way home I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. When we got home, I rocked him all night long! I’ll never experience that moment again, but I can recapture it through the joy beaming on my grandson’s face.