Late today, and short again, but I’m blogging anyway because yesterday was just an amazing day, an inter-meshing of surreality and reality, of past, present and future. A revisiting of old haunts from over thirty years ago, the potential of new opportunities, the cementing of cyber friendships into the real world, and a reminder of just how small this world really is, with the bizarre discovery of a mutual friendship from, in my case, even further back. Plus, as things stand at present, a night away from ‘home’ is always a pleasure.
And while I was away, the concretisation of something which in itself may be commonplace, but in its individual expression feels utterly miraculous. Close friends know that, at the beginning of December, my nineteen year old daughter told us that she is pregnant. At the time I was shocked and concerned about the problems that lie ahead for Laura and her boyfriend, and for a while hoped that it wasn’t true, or that something might happen to stop nature taking its course.
But yesterday, she had her 12 week checkup. And today, when I got home from my trip, she was able to show me something that reminded me that, no matter how difficult and confused the path ahead, there is always hope, and life is good.
Scan 12weeks