Maria and I took Emma and Robin out to lunch, like all New Yorkers, Robin is getting used to eating out, she sleeps or sits quietly, even in noisy and crowded restaurants. Emma seems somewhat transformed by the arrival of her first child, I remember that it does alter one’s life and perspective, sometimes quite dramatically.

In a month or so, she has to return to work, work is a central part of Emma’s life, but she wishes she had more time with the baby. Most women in America get no paid child leave, Emma does get some.

The restaurant we were in had a kind of spiritual and cathedral feel to it, dark inside, colored glass all around.  It seemed to me to be a cathedral of love and family.

We talked so warmly and easily through lunch, my daughter is changing before my eyes.

It was starting to sit there across from my daughter looking so lovingly at her daughter. Life is rich and mysterious.