A meeting place for aunts, who are sometimes "the forgotten relative"
Friday, January 7, 2011
They get older
A few days ago I visited my godson in Vermont. I can remember him when he was an infant strapped to him mother's chest. A little bit of a thing who cried when I tried to babysit him. Now he's a teenager with a deep voice! It's strange, almost as if there were two different people: the little one of my memory and the young man of reality.