Grandfather Avram

My little Zoe,

You have four grandparents and you met them all. That's pretty lucky.

Grandfather Avram was determined to make it to your 4-month birthday. Contrary to his fears, you greeted him with friendly smiles - enough to make up for weeks of worry that you might actually cry at your first encounter. Until his arrival he kept in touch with you through Skype, your blog, and email. You can read them when you're old enough to check emails.

G. Avram treats you like the eighth wonder. No, I never was the seventh. I guess it's ok, since I treat you like that too. You're enjoying the advantages of the First-born - child and grandchild.

I refer to G. Avram as your best friend, since you are enjoying his company very much.  You sealed that friendship with a ritual ablution when you peed on his shirt sleeve. Good thing your pee doesn't smell yet, because he had to wear the shirt for the rest of that day. G. Avram sings to you and takes you out for walks. Like G. Roza, he carries you around the parking lot so you can greet me when I return from work. That is the moment of biggest conflict in my day. You look happy to see me, so it makes me feel good. And at the same time I feel guilt for having made you wait for me.

G. Avram watches you as you sleep, and if you wake up, he skips the bus and takes one that arrives after you go back to sleep. He is sad to be leaving you soon.