My new bed.
So this is my new cot; mum and dad keep saying it isn't that big, but I do look rather small in it. My first night at home was a bit unsettled, as I was a bit colder at home than in the hospital and mum and dad were obviously quite nervous about having me home. I think I slept more than they did. It sure is nice to be home - and I can't wait for my next big trip.
posted by Dylan Whincop @ 11:43 AM
2 Comments:
At 3:06 PM,
Glen O'Brien said…
For his age, he's wise
He's got his mother's eyes
There's gladness in his heart
He's young and he's wild
My only prayer is, if I can't be there,
Lord, protect my child
As his youth now unfolds
He is centuries old
Just to see him at play makes me smile
No matter what happens to me
No matter what my destiny
Lord, protect my child
While the world is asleep
You can look at it and weep
Few things you find are worthwhile
And though I don't ask for much
No material things to touch
Lord, protect my child
There'll be a time I hear tell
When all will be well
When God and man will be reconciled
But until men lose their chains
And righteousness reigns
Lord, protect my child
Bob Dylan Copyright © 1983 Special Rider Music
At 8:22 AM,
Anonymous said…
Awwwwww this has to be the cutest picture, ever!!!
From your increasingly broody Auntie Jo.xxx
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