Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.
It's her first grandchild, so she's really, really, really excited. I guess my mom is a little more stressed out than me.
Perfect happiness is a beautiful sunset, the giggle of a grandchild, the first snowfall. It's the little things that make happy moments, not the grand events. Joy comes in sips, not gulps.
That first scream, my lord, was indeed your daughter, my wife, and if you kill me, your grandchild will be quite without a father. Won't you come in?
First do no harm!
Sophie E. Tallis