Thursday, September 8, 2011

I wish I 'd had a camera

This evening I stood behind my godmother and saw her holding the hand of her 15 month old, at the launch of my godfather's memoir. They both have similar shortish haircuts, but one is tall and wise, one is tiny and processing. My godmother was willowly and elegant in jewelry and navy blue, her grandaughter was floral and funky in a red smock dress, stripy leggings, and wonderful bright red lace up boots.

It's momentous, this carrying on of genes. That's not what moved my heart though, it's more the time passing, love flowering, people growing and becoming and creating new love. The people you love.

Cupcake pictures tomorrow!