Friday, February 22, 2008

edith

I wasn't sure how I would know her when I got off the plane in Copenhagen. She had insisted on meeting me there at the airport, and that I stay with her. She's 93, I thought, and she hasn't seen me since I was a baby. But there she was, her sparkling blue eyes ~ my grandfather's eyes ~ looking right at me. Of course, I knew her, you always know family. "It's an old house," she said apologetically as we climbed into the car, "full of old things and old people." Well, I knew right then that I would love it.

(photo: early morning view from the guest room window)

2 comments:

Cher Ami said...

what a gorgeous photo!

Janet said...

Thank you Michelle!!