
And I get to be his aunt. (Which only makes me the luckiet, proudest aunt alive.)
Right now I'm working on a story for him. I just hope I can finish it before he's too grown up for it. But then I prefer to think about the lovely thing C S Lewis wrote in his foreward to THE LION, THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE:
"MY DEAR LUCY, I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realised that girls grow up quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand, a word you say, but I shall still be
your affectionate Godfather,
C S LEWIS”