Well, it happened. My 14 month old grandson recognized me. He went up to me and raised his hands for me to pick him up and then he looked at me and it was a look that said “I know you. You’re my grandma who loves me.” People had told me it would be special when he started talking and call me grandma but this had something precious about it all its own, without any need for words. A precious moment.

Batya Yaniger

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