I do like occasionally to pop a thing of beauty on my blog, and no ladies and gentleman it is not an image of me in my Christmas finest but instead some rather adorable shots of my two little ladies in some rather uniquely beautiful tutus.
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I look at you….
Every night before I go to sleep I come to whisper sweet dreams. Its a ritual, you are all the last thing I see before sleep consumes me and the first thing I look at before daylight even has a chance to nudge me awake.
I stroke your hair, cover your toes, lay kisses laden with love on your
Did you hear me call them little sh*ts….(sorry)
I wrote this post last year, but it is one of my favourites and as the festive season beckons I am giving it a fresh leash of life. To be fair he who help create them is liable to get the same Christmas gift this year, me wrapped in a bow – fully clothed – I am not trying to upset anyone, so I don’t think it really hurts to repeat my one and only Christmas post….
Let me know what you think….
Dear Santa,
How you doing old man?
Stressed I imagine? I have to say respect to you for still managing to ho, ho, ho
Do you regret having children?
It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
We spoke about it in-depth and made a conscious decision to go for it knowing that it would enrich our lives.
You changed….
You’ve changed…
You used to be reliable, I knew you would come and there you were, bang on seven o clock every single night of the week.
You would arrive and calm would descend upon the madness of my home. Silence would fill the space where children had been seen to battle and the soft scent of peace and quiet would dance round the lounge.