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. …
Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. If you’ve been following along you may know that Neil wasn’t actually home for it, but he’s back today. And the house is happy again. Now. I’m quite fond of complaining saying my husband is decidedly unromantic. Today, this happened. 12.30ish. ‘Mumma, what are you doing?’ ‘I’m calling your father. And if he hasn’t left yet, you’re gonna learn some new words.’ And then this happened. ‘Please tell me you’ve left?’ ‘Shall I tell you where…
OK, so this actually just happened. Isla: I love you. And your wheelchair. You’re my wheelchair Mummy. I don’t want another Mummy. Mummy, are you sad? Me: No. Isla: Why you crying? Me: Because I’m happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I’m happy. Isla: What? Me: Because I love you very much. Isla: Yeah, I love you, too. Can I have an ice-lolly? …
I’ve wanted to update my About Me page for AGES. Or four years. Because somehow, I’m now 36. Even stranger, my fiance has been my husband for nearly four years. And the tiny human we made is now very tall and seventeen, nearly three years old. They are awesome people and I’m glad we get to do life together. However. That’s not really About Me, is it? But it’s been what I’ve been all about for awhile. I no longer…
