I try not to share too much of my life on here, because I know most people want to look at pretty pictures and then move on. But if I don't write about it I think the lump in my throat is going to choke me.
What my grandmother's doctor has been writing off as arthritis has turned out to be lung cancer. It has spread and is hurting her little shoulders and arms. They haven't given us much time with her, and the thought of that is incomprehensible right now.
So Christmas will be bittersweet this year, as I cuddle a three year old that wants everything in "pink color" and try not to turn into a little girl myself and crawl into my grandmother's lap.
I wish all of you the safest, most blessed holidays, and I'll talk to you soon.
Created by Moodboard from Milk Magazine March 2008/Photography Delphine Chanet