My son Forrest, his wife Manon, and their 3-month old baby Arthur (my grandson! I love saying it…) are here for a week, along with Arthur’s Aunty Angie from Victoria. This morning I came into the kitchen and saw this little scene which tugged at my heart:
And then later, that sleeping baby woke:
Right now, he’s in a carrier, walking the Hallowell loop with his father and his grandfather while the rest of us make preparations for a grand meal with some old friends tonight.
Beautiful, Theresa, all of them. Mazel tov.
Thanks, Beth. They’re treasures,