27/09/2025
Your little hands, the connection we share
Even when you grow, you will always belong there
The sound of your breath, the warmth on my skin
It's just a season, challenging, but I feel lucky to be in.
Another wet grey September day. I'm sitting in with a sick little baba. This poor monkey has had well over his share of illnesses, but we are riding this season together, and I am trying to really appreciate these quiet moments as they are rare. Rob has taken the other two to play mini golf and Jack and I are sitting here in the stillness. My calm little man 🩵
