On May 15, 2019, my youngest daughter’s birthday, my grandson Trey Hill was born. As I lay in bed 1200 miles away, I watched the clock and hoped that he would come into the world before midnight. At 11pm, he made his entrance. I was not able to touch him but from the distance, he touched me. Seeing him on Facetime (Thank you Apple) was very surreal to me. I had often heard people talk about the different feelings you experience with your grandchild vs your own child but dismissed them because I honestly didn’t believe them. These folks were absolutely right! The joy I feel when I look at him or hold him is nothing like i’ve ever felt before. It’s a different type of love. When I look at Trey I see all of the trials and triumphs that I experienced as a single 16-year-old mom. He is proof that I made it, the summation of all of the love I have for my children combined. It’s hard for me to put into words but he is a reminder that life is generous. I receive him with all of my heart and thank God for growing my family tree and allowing me the opportunity to know and love him. He is my little branch and he will reach the greatest heights .