Just a few short weeks ago my mother and father came for a visit- Grammy and Pops, as we call them- to love, play, and spoil my children, what grandparents do best. It was a week of making memories at the park, going on walks, shopping, ice cream and this one particular night which marked me. We all walked down the street at our local farmer’s market; Owen (my youngest) in his stroller being pushed by Grammy. Myself, walking child free (which in itself is a peaceful moment for any momma). And up ahead, I watched my daughter ride on her Pops’ shoulders. A sweet time of bonding for the two of them, but something much more for me as I observed from afar.