“Holding Arthur”

A few days after we’d arrived in Ottawa to meet our new grandson Arthur, we went to Toronto where we had the opportunity to spend a couple of hours at the Royal Ontario Museum’s Pompeii exhibit. And in the way these things do, the experience of seeing the remnants of that extraordinary city — both the timelessness and the vulnerability of human creation — fused in my husband’s imagination with the tender moments he had with his new grandson. He printed this broadsheet as a celebration of Arthur’s birth. I love the umber pillars (echoing the leaves), the birds, the memory of John cradling the sleeping baby and walking him, as he walked our babies when our rooms were still new and our lives were before us.

holding arthur