History repeats itself

It’s amazing how some things change and some things remain the same. On the 5th of February 1826 my great, great, great grandfather, the Rev. William Fidler, wrote the following entry in his diary:

“During my absence a kind and bountiful Providence had blest me with a sweet little daughter; Of course, I think her the prettiest creature I have ever beheld. My dear Wife & her infant are both doing well. Praise the Lord for his goodness to us all.”

One hundred seventy-eight years, five months and six days after he wrote those words, I discovered exactly how he felt.