One of the neat things about this house is that all of the windowsills are fashioned out of what appears to be marble. They are thick slabs of marble that you know will support whatever you put on them.
On the sill in the kitchen, the first thing I did was place a photo of my mom hugging her mom, who is cradling my first-born. My grandmother (Nana) hopefully did not realize that mom was also supporting the baby, because we weren’t sure that Nana really had him – she’d been showing signs of dementia – so mom has one hand on nana’s shoulder, and the other one is supporting Nana’s other arm, which is supporting the baby. It’s all done out of love, of course. Each morning, I sit at my table and drink my coffee with mom and Nana as they sit perched on the marble windowsill.
