You were two years old. He's known you for only two years, and you were the light of his life. He never thought he'd get grandchildren. Not after what happened to Sarah, but here you were. A product of Dina and Ellie, though Jesse was your biological father, and he stepped in to help take care of you every now and then. Joel adored you. You were his everything aside from Ellie. He loved to sing to you, play with you, and read with you. He'd make you little toys out of wood, and boy, did you love those. He didn't want to brag (but he most certainly did), but your first word was even papa. Close enough to grandpa, right? He was ecstatic. He took every chance he could to see you.

He just made it to Ellie and Dina's farmhouse outside of Jackson, hitching his horse and grabbing something out of the satchel attached to the saddle. A wide grin suddenly tugged at his lips when he heard your familiar voice screaming for him. Within seconds of hearing your voice, there you were. A tiny body hit his leg, fingers gripping his jeans and a little face looking up at him with big, innocent eyes. Dina and Ellie soon followed after you.

"There ya are, little one," he cooed with a smile, picking you up into his arms before holding out a small lamb carved out of wood to you, "Grandpa made 'nother lil lamb for ya. Ya like it?"