Observations on life by a sometimes normal woman who also happens to be a Nana.
I was born in Washington, DC to a young English warbride and an American pa. I grew up equally comfortable on either side of the Atlantic. In late spring, my mother would take me out of my American school, we'd hop a plane or a ship and make our way to England where she'd promptly stick me in a school in my grandparents' neighborhood. As a result, both countries are a comfortable fit. My husband (Himself) is English, our first child was born in London and the second in Washington, DC. And now we're in Southern California, comfortably hunkered down in the Santa Monica Mountains.
My granddaughter Charlotte thinks...a lot. And when she gets to thinking, she normally puts pen to paper, as you'll see in this letter she wrote to her best friend, Violet. Marriage, exploding sun, angint (ancient) times...lots of stuff. She wrote this letter before going off to sleep the other night.
posted by Lin @ 9:16 PM
4 Comments:
Oh bless. What a child. I like your hummingbird too. x
"who will i marry? when will the sun explode?"...:D
I know! I LOVE this kid so much!
i have a seven year niece and she says shes going to be a vertanarian and she dont like my face its like sand paper its rough shes a adorbale shes my littlte fire cracker
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