The first time a grandmother sees her grandson play professional hockey, she sees more than the name on his jersey. She sees the little boy she’s loved all these years, now out on the ice living his dream. And as the crowd cheers, she whispers, “That’s my grandson,” with tears in her eyes and a heart full of pride. I’ve been lucky enough to watch my own parents see their grandson do the same thing. Watching their faces was every bit as special as watching him on the ice, a memory I’ll always treasure. ❤️🏒