My Grandson Barely Glanced at the Photo Album I Made Him — The Next Morning My Daughter Called in Tears and Told Me to Check the Front Porch

sat a small wooden box and a folded note held in place by a smooth river stone. My name was written across the paper in his familiar, slightly uneven handwriting.

I carried everything inside and settled at the kitchen table before unfolding the note.

Grandma,

I’m sorry I didn’t say much yesterday. I didn’t know how to. I’ve looked through every page twice continue reading …