Walking along the high wall that hides a park on the other side, my son cycling beside me, I suddenly felt grief. That mellow, almost tangible feeling of loss, of longing, of absence. Grief is cold, and comes slowly, freezing the tips of one’s fingers, then their ribs and their thighs. I am no stranger to grief.

Good children's picture books are pure magic. Having a little one of my own is the perfect excuse to spend time researching them for hours. Here are some that we love right now.