I couldn’t believe the day had finally come! Grandma was coming to meet our newborn son, Adam. I was more anxious than the day he was born. The day I came home from the hospital, Grandma booked a flight. Grandma and I had counted down the days together for what seemed an eternity. My fiancé, George, had taken the day off work to come with me; I was thankful for his company. Adam didn’t have any idea he was about to meet my favorite person in the world as he snoozed away in his car seat. George parked close enough to the terminal so that when Grandma’s plane landed, we could zoom up to the door before she could even collect her luggage. It was an ordinary cool, clear November evening; therefore, I had no problem watching the planes come in
