… It hits me as if it had fallen from the ceiling right on me. “You drove this over two states for…” I hug her and then my daughter is hugging me and I’m crying though this is her day and she explains that she and Jennifer have plotted these last six months to get the chandelier and surprise me. “It’s going up in the baby’s nursery,” she says. My granddaughter. My daughter. I’ve never been so surprised. Or so happy.