I reach instinctively for my little one as we close the last gap, my heart swelling with overpowering love, and my stomach aches with pride at that flawless piece of perfection held in her grandmother’s arms. I kiss her tiny little head, inhaling Mia’s unique smell with closed eyes, and take a moment to make her laugh for my enjoyment, a sound that brings my heart to unbelievable swelling completion.

She always has laughter for her mother, a smile, and a cheeky little face. I coo ...