All I wanted for Christmas this year was the chance to watch my grandmother gaze at May Blossom. I got it. This picture was taken by H just before we left Denver, when we staged a small photo shoot of the four generations of women of my family: Grandma, Mum, May Blossom and me. Of course we didn’t manage to do with when we everyone was awake, but seeing Grandma cuddling my daughter and whispering her love to her was incredible. There’s more than one hundred years between their births, yet they bonded straight away. It was pretty damn awesome.