When my grandson told me he was moving out on his own, my heart swelled with pride—and a bit of sadness. I wished I could surprise him with something grand: a new TV, a fancy piece of furniture, something impressive. But on my fixed income, all of that was out of reach.
So instead, I poured what I did have into a gift: time, memories, and love.
I put together a photo album filled with family pictures from his childhood—holidays, birthdays, messy hair and missing teeth. On every page, I wrote little notes in my own handwriting, reminding him of the moments we’d shared and the things I’d always wanted him to remember.
