I had words for today. But then this photo happened, and then I decided there are no more words for today. Just love and bubbles. Now, go read a book. …
‘Happy Birthday, baby!’ ‘Go to sleep, Mummy.’ ‘Aren’t you excited?’ ‘Sleeep, Mummy.’ Isla crawled into bed between us, then well, went back to sleep. ‘What time is it?’ ‘Five o’clock.’ ‘Well, shit. G’night,’ I said. Two hours later. Stickers and balloons in bed. ‘What, no penguins?’ Isla asked. ‘C’mon, guys!’ Her favourite thing of the early morning was a helium balloon that we bought in Inverness (more on that shopping trip later. Because it was indeed a trip.) Back to…
