When Joy Reopens Old Wounds
I did not expect joy to hurt. The birth of my grandbaby should have been nothing but celebration. New life. Tiny fingers. The miracle of God wrapped in a hospital blanket. It was holy. It was beautiful. It was everything a grandfather could hope for. And yet, in the middle of that joy, something inside me broke open. The moment I saw my stepfather and stepmother holding her, smiling with pride…


















