I came across this photo whilst uploading a back-up disk during my recent computer problems, and it got me thinking of how the years have flown since it was taken. Emily was just three weeks old and completely helpless, my life as a father had just begun - a role I knew nothing about (having had no secure father figure as a child myself.) Without blowing my own trumpet too much, I think I've done a bloody good job of it! Emily is six now and with a real character and personality of her own, a mixture my sense of humour and adventure and her mother's looks and brains. We've all come a long way.
Fun and fur coats
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Bless!
Lovely memories to look back on.
Love Granny
Yes, indeed you have done a good job and if you can't blow your own trumpet about your kids then you might as well not bother! Gorgeous photo.
CJ xx
Delightful! You might find my next blog interesting. A diary from 56 years ago,heaven forbid!
Enjoy every moment. She'll be grown up in no time at all!
I know, I've 4 grown up daughters.
Luckily, I've also got a little one!
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