On Wednesday, the 23rd of February, Brenna's father captured her first smile. Smiling Brenna has no idea what is in store for her and neither do I. She is to inherit the world that I leave behind. Brenna could possibly see the dawning of the 22nd Century. She was born on the 6th of January 2005, the Day of Epiphany. My father was born on Primrose Day, ninety-six years earlier to Victorian parents who had travelled in sailing ships to new lands. Generations come and generations go, always in a mysterious pattern. Little Brenna only adds to the mystery, but oh, what a marvelous and sweet addition.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Posted by Edna Barney at 9:45 AM