Through the Eyes of a Child: The unconditional love of my granddaughter.

Through the Eyes of a Child
She is a beautiful two-year-old child with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her lips are like little rose buds and her enthusiastic smile can warm the coldest of hearts. Her name is Serenity. She is my grandchild, and she stole my heart the day she was born.
Serenity was born on an early summer afternoon in June. As the nurse handed her to me, our eyes met, and a tear rolled down my cheek. This darling little grandchild is the daughter of my daughter, and represents the third generation of my family. This is very important to me as I was adopted. I have…