My granddaughter Ellie arrived last Wednesday afternoon, nine and a half pounds of adorable. Life feels so different. I didn’t think it would to such an extent, because, after all, she’s not my child, not living in my house, and I have no direct responsibility for her. When my son was born, I bonded with him so rapidly that during his first few months he was more appendage than person. But now I see another dimension of that connection as, fascinated, I watch him bond with his child, patiently waiting my turn to get to know her.
The family cherub