Big things aren’t they? Weddings, funerals, christenings and those kind of things. A massive communal fuss is made at one cataclysmic moment, and then after that we get on with life.
So it was last Saturday when people were made aware of the presence of yet another Dryden Daughter. (As it happens, strictly speaking, from the UK branch I’m the only one producing Dryden Daughters, but with three of them now, that’s not to bad. Having said that my rival for the UK Drydens has produced a Dryden Heir, so we’re quits … kinda.) Ahh the commotion, ahh the anticipation, ahh the emails, ahh the phone calls, ahh the texts, ahh Bisto … hold on a minute that reminds me of something.
OK time for the photos of Zoë and this week she’s been marvellous, sleeping in the day, crying through the night (hey Stevie write a song with that title … hold on a minute, that reminds me of something.) and taking on what she can from her mother and external sources. Nothing to be concerned about regarding her health and her mother is also battling to get back to fullness of health.
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
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