It started with small things. A teething-ring or a sleep suit left lying around here and there in our otherwise spotless house. My wife and I were expecting our first grandchild and we began to gravitate to the baby aisles in supermarkets and drift into shops selling items for children. It was exciting and we enjoyed looking at things that we hadn’t since our children were very small.
Then Leo arrived on a sunny, spring day, bonny and bouncy, a healthy baby boy, and we were caught up in the exhilarating emotions of a new birth — a mixture of relief and intense joy. The unspoken fears that something might go wrong extinguished.
Three years on and four grandchildren later, the delight and pleasure from having them hasn’t faded; watching them develop their own personalities is the best thing in the world, reminding us of the pride and happiness we felt when our children were young.