Often I think words aren't enough to describe the sheer joy at watching my little man ‘do his thing’. I sit watching him for ages - reams of time eek out in front of me when I’m observing his actions, how he flexes his fingers, picks up a tiny black dot on the floor, giggles when I do a double ...
Wishing The Baby Days Back Never Stops
Wishing baby days back. As I lie here next to you, snuggled under a lumpy puffed up bundle of warm duvet and sheets, you nuzzled in the crook of my arm asleep. Wisps of your soft as silk hair flicker under my breath. I don’t want to leave you right now. It’s our time and I have no where else I ...
