At times words are inadequate. Common enough moments for humanity, such as a woman giving birth, are in the living of the moment, beyond words.
Today, before first light, my sister’s first grandchild was born. The day has been “very emotional.” My sister says before climbing the stairs to an early bed.
Many people know of this birth after all the extending web of phone calls, text messages, video messages emanating from the maternity ward. This tiny girl, lying in a cot somewhere distant, is the well-spring of great happiness.
Her mother and father have yet to settle on a name, so at present she is known as “Little Baby Dot”. This follows on from her previous name, “Little Dot”.
Little Baby Dot shares your birthday. This adds to my happiness, if that is possible.
Mowing the lawn, lying with shirt-off on a garden bench, reading, walking to the beach in late- afternoon in my sister’s company, are all done with a lighter heart. For this I am grateful.
19th April, 2020