I contemplate the photo of this new born - only hours old - and feel moved, awed, at the mystery of life and the promise it holds. I am amused to find myself grateful that the family name continues (surely that is a small thing against health and life) but grateful I am nonetheless. What a load those wee shoulders have to carry already!
Friday, July 25, 2014
Yesterday, a dank and chilly Dunedin winter evening with the wind starting to pick up, the car stalled in the rush hour traffic, and the call came from my son in Melbourne: "Its a boy! Noah!" So this is a moment when I simply share my happiness, joy and delight in a new grandchild and the first who will carry the family name.