“Have you been before love?”
“Yes” I whisper shame apparent on seasonally round cheeks.
twins
The curse of insanity….
I woke up this morning desperately ill, my hands were twitching, my brain rapidly racing, my feet were hop-ing and non lucid ideas were flowing through my head.
Look at these beauties
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.
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