The Teen

The godchildren are in town for their thanksgiving break. Seeing Little Juliana born last week made me think a lot about the day this young lady was born. Her eyes open as she emerged. Her tiny hand clasping the basinet as they took her away to be cleaned. How she lifted her blossom head on her tiny stem neck as I brought her to her father. Hard to believe it was thirteen years ago.

She is looking so much older then her tender years.

There is talk of them moving back to the UK. I am trying not to get too excited.