There goes my heart

We went out for a walk today, my boy and I, to find treasures (leaves, acorns etc) and to pick blackberries.

He wore his new nature bag and his tiger mask that he spent ages colouring in.

As we reached a wide open space he looked across the ploughed field and wondered out loud what the name of the tractor was that had ploughed it. I stood still and took this picture and thought, "There goes my heart".

Sure he can push his luck at times. He has me up twice most nights. I am tired most of the time. He won't eat his veg.

But he is my heart.

Growing up and running around and colouring a tiger mask to scare Daddy when he gets home.

And I often think of that beautiful poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach.

So, no sad, mawkish prose today.

Diabetes is always with us.

Sometimes it takes centre stage and sometimes it is blasted to the back row by the sheer force of life coming from this small child and from the love I have for him.

My only baby.

And this evening I wish you all many moments like these.

Moments where D takes a back seat to living well and loving each other.