I always hoped for but never expected grandchildren and now I have four.
My eldest daughter had a cancer scare, an horrendous miscarriage and then pre-eclampsia led to our first grandaughter being 7weeks premature. She has gone on to have a second little girl (DGD3) who is just sooo different from big sister.
Between times, number two daughter, who never intended to have a family, became unexpectedly broody and gave us another granddaughter.
Then, our son and lovely daughter-in-law who has no large intestine to speak of, an ileostomy and had been told her chances of getting pregnant were negligible, produced a son!
Being with a child of my child is the most incredibly uplifting and wonderful. Any one of them, or all of them. My unexpected bundles. My co-conspirators in mischief. They call me Nanny Og - but I can't think why, apparently there's some resemblance.