No matter how much they test and try us throughout the day, watching them when they sleep and seeing their exuberence when they wake means all is forgiven and the day starts anew, the slate is both clean and pure again as our heart takes a jump and a flutter and grows again, each day getting bigger with more love.



& when we look at them we feel alive, this is real life.  Our life.

No matter where it takes us, the twists and the turns I can't ever regret any of it for it has brought me here, to now and with my three babies, there's nowhere else i'd rather be. This is the meaning of life.

This is love.

Spots

The Child was adamant that he didn't want his doting dad to bath and put him to bed tonight. When we asked what was actually wrong with his Dad he replied "I really don't like his spots"

I suppose it's a good thing he didn't throw the question back at me, I fear nobody would have gone to bed for a long time and The Husband would petition for divorce. Unfortunately He can't afford one. A Divorce that is. This makes it all the more terribly fun to antagonise each other. It's my only hobby.

It's a good job we love each other. & we do. Honest. Sometimes.

He owes me an all over rub and instead of petulantly yet rightfully demanding it I'm letting him sleep. This is Love.

I wish I could afford to be an alcoholic.