Robin, my new granddaughter, seems to drift in and out of my life, or perhaps the more honest way to say it is that I drift in and out of hers. We do not see each other often, so I am often surprised to see how quickly she is growing, and how much she has grown. She is beginning to stand and beginning to crawl, taking these first major steps towards life and all of it’s complexities.

May people wish babies could remain pure and protected but life does not work in that way, nor should it, I think. A life without challenge is just another kind of prison, I think. The question is how well Robin will adapt. The truth is I don’t know and will probably not ever know.

She is coming for a one-night visit at the end of the month, Emma and Jay are passing through and will crash here for a night. It will be good to see her, it sounds like she will be walking again. It will be interesting to see what we make of one another, she was here a little more than a month ago, and I have not seen her since.

In this photograph, she looks older, more mature, she is beginning the process of growing. I barely got to see her as a baby, but it was exciting and important. I think of her often, and wonder how she is doing. Emma keeps me informed and connected. This photo shows the passage of time, the moving finger writes, etc…etc…