Two weeks later, Kate brought Emma over. She hovered nervously.
"Just leave her," I said firmly.
Emma ran to me. "Gwamma! Up!"
I bent down and lifted my granddaughter.
No pain. No fear. Just joy.
I held her close, breathing in her baby shampoo smell, and cried happy tears.
We played for three hours. Tea party, blocks, stories—everything I'd been missing.
"Mom, what happened?" Kate asked when she picked Emma up. "You're like yourself again."
I also knew something was happening, because my 18 year old cat has been sleeping more in my bed! Because of the LiveGounded sheet.