My maternal grandmother, pictured below, died when I was weeks old. I met her once in one of her final days in the hospital. An infant on her belly, cuddling. I look at this photo and wonder overcomes me — this woman is part of me and I always wish I knew her more. The photo below is of my mom, a toddler, and how I wish I knew her as a toddler, how fun would that be?
And it was wonderful to see such joy…in a dog and a boy!
In the world of Covid, how does one celebrate?
For this birthday, we got takeout from the local wine bar and had wine at an impromptu festive table, under the sky.
She sent me these photos, and I found them enchanting. They made me feel she was being hugged, loved, even though I could not be there with her, on her special day. She sees birthdays like New Years. A celebration of new beginnings. I bless her with so much good.
An interesting turn of events. We haven’t had haircuts since March. Who knows if Covid didn’t happen, if Nick would ever attempt the glorious and illustrious man bun?
One day this photo may be in a history book. This is my mom, holding a new human, 3 days old.