The last time I saw my granddaughter was eight months ago. I was hoping to see her again this spring, but the publishing adventure got in the way. Isaac sends me photographs every week, and sometimes he sends a video. Here is a photo from last week -
I saw it and yearned to fly over to San Francisco straight away to see them both, and Wendy too (my lovely daughter-in-law.) Then I thought – never mind, it’s not long to my trip in September. And then I counted the months in my head – FOUR. Four months is an awful long time when a tiny child changes from day to day. This week’s picture is below. How can I wait four months to see her?