I’ve been looking through my recent posts, and noticed we haven’t had a coffee talk in a while, so hi. How are you, really? I’m at the point were I want to blog regularly, however sometimes I lack the headspace to do it, so if we were having coffee, please consider this a clean slate. Like, you know those people who make to-do lists to actually get stuff done? Yeah, I’m not one of those people. But I do try.…
And so, I’d been watching Isla sleep. In a non-creepy way. When Neil’s away, we have a GIANT SLEEPOVER and she crashes out sideways on my bed. On the days I wake up without her elbow in my stomach or her toe up my nose, I have the benefit of seeing her open her eyes. On Neil’s side of the bed. Isla opens her eyes on Friday morning, ‘Happy Daddy Day,’ she says. I’d texted Neil the night before. Even…


