My daughter just celebrated her 33rd birthday, with my granddaughter’s 1st birthday a week later. I rarely cry on her birthday, but I did that morning, I didn't understand my tears at first, and it felt somehow melancholy. But after I got up I realized that my overwhelming emotion was gratitude. For the first time, my baby was celebrating her birthday with her own baby- new spring growth in the beautiful garden of our family. I am deeply appreciative to be able to celebrate both my daughter and granddaughter’s birthday. Not everyone gets this blessing, and I will never take it for granted. It’s the beauty that my other grandmother friends have described, and the experience is pure joy for this new grandmom. Happy Birthday, J!