I used to cry when leaving my first born grandchild after a weekend visit. I was present at the births of both my grandkids it was such an honour to be there when they took their first breath. My eldest daughter died a few yrs previously and I was just a shell of myself, numb, just existing through each day. When my first grandchild was born to my second daughter, it was like someone had put a defibrillator on my heart, it was that intense, when put in my arms only seconds old, my heart felt a huge burst of love and I came back to life again, and could 'feel' again, it is hard to explain, they are my world, I love them so much, so blessed to be a nanny.