For the past few months, I have been going through this horrible, embarrassing midlife "thing" where I love babies. LOVE them. And because the stars are aligned or life is really cruel my Facebook and Instagram feeds seem to be overflowing with wee little ones who are sleeping, learning to walk, just born or maybe celebrating a first birthday.
I'm grateful for that gift my mom passed on to my daughter, and for showing me that the small gesture of giving my prize a place of honor could be so meaningful. But I am most grateful for her lesson that the value of anything does not depend on what other people think it is worth but on what it means to you.