These are days you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this. And as you feel it, you'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky. It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.
These are days you'll remember. When May is rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see in every hour. You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky. It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.
These are days.
These are days you might fill with laughter until you break. These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face. And when you do you'll know how it was meant to be. See the signs and know their meaning. It's true, you'll know how it was meant to be. Hear the signs and know they're speaking you, to you.
OK, so it's not May but out and about, walking into town and playing in the garden the healing continues after the crisis of last week. Even bench Monday has happened, as you can see from the final photo of the last two days.
Frank slept in with me last night. So convincing were my stories of The Three Little Pigs and the wolf that as soon as I left him he called me back and told me in a very wobbly-bottom-lipped fashion that he was scared of the animals getting him. A fat tear rolled down his cheek and I decided to let him fall asleep in my bed. I was so tired that I didn't bother to move him once I went up to bed. Mistake! The boy had me clinging onto the edge three inches of a KING SIZE bed as he threw himself around and slept like a star fish. Tonight he is in his own bed. We co-slept for a while when he was tiny and I loved it but at that time he didn't lurch around and throw right hooks at me throughout the night. And, as any parent knows, sleep hours relate directly to levels of patience and humour.
Yesterday Frank solemnly informed me that he wanted to be a lady when he grows up as he prefers ladies and they aren't prickly on their faces.
He has a point...
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