My mum had all but given up hope of becoming a grandmother.
I am her last surviving child and at the age of 36 I was single. Then I met Andy.
This photograph was taken when my mum first saw her grandson, Presley. I love the way you can see she is beaming, without even seeing her face. She desperately wants to touch the sleeping baby, but doesn't want to wake him, so she gently places her hand on his blanket. It is a tender moment that made me cry with joy.
This photograph was posted as part of the Sticky Fingers Gallery. This week's prompt is joy.