After 13 Days in the NICU, I Took My Newborn Daughter to Meet Grandpa—One Look at Her Eyes Made Him Whisper, “This Can’t Be Possible”

One brown.

Caleb.

I sat on my bedroom floor for several minutes staring.

Same tilt of the head.

Same serious expression he still wore when concentrating.

Then I found the letters.

Rubber band around them.

The oldest was written in crooked child’s handwriting.