As a result, my grandchildren Henry (3 1/2) and Clara (1) are free spirits who are curious about every thing, every animal and every person they encounter. Their days are filled with imaginative play. Often Henry is not Henry at all, but a fire ant or an airplane or a carpenter. Cushions are dragged down from sofas for the construction of space ships. Cardboard boxes become airport hangars or train station roundhouses. Paint is dripped onto the floor while masterpieces are created. Chalk drawings decorate the planks on the wooden fence in the backyard. Flour is splayed across the kitchen floor when the kids want to help with the baking. Their little bodies are caked with dirt and mud after they've helped in the garden.
I love these children, and I love the photographs their mom makes of them. Abbie sweetly shares her photos with Zayde (Eddie) and me on a regular basis; we're very lucky!
These landed in our inbox this past week. Now that Clara is upright most of the time, Henry has discovered he has quite an adoring little playmate. And how cool it is for my photographer-daughter to have these scenes unfold in her own "backyard" day after day after day.