Saturday, April 21, 2012

A Rose by any other name.

“I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.”

James Joyce

This is Rose Elizabeth Gough, born this past week to my son Thom and his young lady Rachael. Isn't she beautiful? 

Looking at her... thinking of her birth into a world I'd long since resigned as forsaken, makes me realize that some of the hopes, dreams and aspirations I had for the future are contained in her, that any legacy I could have hoped for pales in the remarkable, glorious potential her life brings.

Welcome to the world baby Rose.

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