I spend such a large part of my day looking at Ingrid’s little face that I am now unused to adult faces. The other day I was holding her and looking at the two of us in the mirror, and I found myself thinking that my own face was big, coarse and bony, Her small, round, soft face has become the standard.

Speaking of faces, it looks like she has inherited my eyes – blue and somewhat deep-set – and possibly my hair as well. Her hair is downy-fine, wispy and very fair. I think I had the same kind of hair when I was small.