I was too emotional a week ago to write about my sadness when she left. But now I can look back at the time little Emilia was here with gratitude and joy.
I've always been a bit dotty about my grand-children and it seems I get more so as I age. Along with the rest of the family, I'd long ago given up hope of my younger son settling down and having children. Then, just before he turned 50 he stumbled into fatherhood and he's the first to admit it's the best thing that ever happened to him. He's been the primary caregiver and is an amazing father. Emilia is now three and a half and is a bright, happy, confident and outgoing child who is fluent in both her native Portuguese and English and is growing confident in Italian as her mother has Italian heritage. It amazes me how she can switch so easily from one language to another. I've had no previous experience with bi-lingual children and their ability to absorb learning. It's impressive.
Like her father, she is a water baby. She just loves the beach.