And how can this boy be this tall now? The first Special Kids meet up I went to, he was a teeny tiny little boy with delicate, wispy hair. He wobbled over and plopped himself on my knee to watch the sheep over the fence.
One of our neighbours.
And a worryingly increasing breed of subterranean cyberman masquerading as a tent.
You just know it's going to rise up in the night and assimilate all within its path.
Good times.Not great times; we came home a day early as Mog was ill. And by the time we got home she was really not very well at all. But, a lot of medication, a good medicinal chest-beating, a night on CPAP and a reasonable amount of prayer, and she woke up (eventually)
3 comments:
How lovely that Mog can say 'hello 'to her friends, I hope she is soon better
Sounds like you all had a wonderful time. Welcome back home and to Mog a special "get well" prayer.
So glad Mog is better and you all had a great time. Loved the Hello!
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