"Whose is that gorgeous baby?" Asked a lady we met, while shopping in Next. She looked from me to my daughter and I realised she genuinely wasn't sure. Having a grandchild at 48 isn't so unusual I suppose, and my youngest is only 11, but I had felt a bit frumpy and grandmotherly until that lovely comment. Now I'm back on track. I am still only 48 and the only difference is an extra person to love.
Whose is that gorgeous baby? He's ours.
