Signs my boy is turning into a man at age five and 51 weeks…
This morning as twin boy hurtled at hurricane speed from his bed to bathroom sink he looked at me as I stood sleepily brushing my teeth and said;
“I am putting my PJ’s in the wash because I have worn them two nights.”
It has not been the best of days,
We are ready for Christmas, the presents are wrapped, the turkey is waiting for its moment of glory and the chocolates are waiting to be scoffed.
We are not regular churchgoers, there are many reasons as to why this is but I don’t think this blog is the best place for me to start a debate on the philosophy of religion.
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.
The candles flickered in front of my eyes whilst the string quartet played beautifully beside them