As the winter sun burned a little brighter this weekend, the mood in our home lifted into summery smiles and carefree peals of laughter. Discarding our coats with reckless abandonment we sprang into spring like a family possessed.
We hit the park, fed the ducks and basked in the sunlight, all was good and happy in our world.
Then we decided to learn to ride our bikes on the road…
Thursday night is swimming night. The whole evening tends to be a mad panic from the moment the school bell chimes right through to when the last child finally stops rabbi ting on and closes their eyes and drifts off to the land of nod.
It was with a heavy heart that I rifled through my paperwork to find the number for my home insurance. I was surprised that I didn’t know it by heart because since Twin Boy and Rabid Hound moved in I am remarkably good terms with Nigel in the call centre.
Cancer fights as if it were in a war, but it doesn’t play by the rules. It attacks at random and picks its victims in the same way. It doesn’t care if you are young or old or have battled with it before and have lived to tell the tale.
I grew you, do you know that?
I grew you from being smaller than a spec of sand. Your fingers and thumbs were defined within me; your hearts starting beating next to my own. You all first sucked your thumbs safe inside my chocolate filled belly; you were created with a passion and sustained by love.