That’s a bit scary.
Eight years is a long time, but seems to have flown by.
He’s so young still, but also so grown up. He’s clever, funny, hard working, kind and thoughtful. Pretty much all round amazing (Me? Biased?).
I may have made the cake, but he was very determined that he was going to decorate it himself.
He did a better job than I would have done.
Apparently bloke’s shower gels need a bit of a push. I didn’t smell this, I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t have liked it.
I’ve been away from home for the last two weekends.
Both my parents have been in hospital (different ones, natch), on the other side of the country to us, with worrying but not life threatening health issues (I can’t give you any more info, you will know my motto by now – if its not my story to tell, I won’t tell it).
While I was away this weekend, the Husb took the Littles to a proper sweetshop where they both bought mini candy dispensers.
They then came up with the idea of cutting a big bit of paper into tiny bits and writing messages to me on them (things like “we love you”, “you’re the best”, “number 1 mum”, etc),which they then folded and put in one of the empty dispensers.
I am informed that I can dispense a message whenever I’m feeling sad or lonely.
I might have shed a tiny tear or two of love and gratitude.
I’m away and the Husb has sent me this.
I’m grateful for the pair of them, and for a husband who thinks to send me pictures like this.