Can you believe — a picture of me with me in it? Not a glimpse, reflection, shadow or fragment? Not a self-portrait, though. Frank took this one, and it’s one of the very few that I can bear to look at, mostly because it’s such a pleasure to look at granddaughter Libby in the snow:
In my imagination we two are the Snow Queen (see my gracious queenly wave of the hand?) and the Snow Princess (Libby does it even better).
But there’s more to it than that. It’s also connected (certainly in my mind) with a story. It’s a Christmas story — kind of — and you can read it here on my other blog, Touch2Touch, and then maybe tell me what you think about — miracles.
I wish you all the most wondrous of holidays!