Christine Baranski

I was with him, and I had dinner with him two nights in a row.

How lucky was I?

And I sat to his right, and yes, both times I sat to his right and had the pleasure of his company.

Marvelous man.

I'm in love with him.

Good.

Yes, a half hour into their meeting, he knew he was going to marry her.

But when you see them, and when you see, of course, when you see Emma, you think, well, of course.

What a marvellous woman.

My very first memory was standing in a crib in my home, in my childhood home in Buffalo, New York.

My crib was in my parents' room, and I just have a distinct memory.

I was tiny, I mean, to have still been in a crib.

Clearly, I wasn't walking yet, but I do remember the texture of what's called the bumper that goes around the crib to make sure the baby doesn't hit her head on one of the wooden slats in the crib.

So I have a sensual memory of this bumper.

I think it was pink.

And I remember standing, standing up and being aware of being a human being.

That's it.

No other deep thoughts on the subject, but that goes way back.

My father's name was Lucian Baranski.

My mother's name was Virginia Mazurowski Baranski.