Lunch with Olivia

Today was a very cold day in the Southern town where I live, but sitting across from Olivia and receiving her radiant gaze was a warming experience. Her love for her Nan, and her pleasure in the times we have together is never withheld. I can be silly, and spacey and slow, but I never for a moment feel her impatience. She may grow a little weary of my camera frequently aimed at her beautiful face, but she knows how delighted I am by the light on her cheek, and the fascinating shadow cast by her lashes. She knows that the twinkle in her eye and her barely suppressed giggle is impossible for her grandmother to resist, and has been for the twenty years we have known and loved one another.