Sunday, 17 June 2012
Gus my 4 year old is snuggling in to me in the big bed.
I've told him before that if there was an award for the best snuggler in the universe he'd win it.
He is my gift. Gus is my gift. As soon as he came out I knew. This boy is a gift. Already at such a young age he can see who needs to feel love and he generously gives it.
And so ... It's Sunday morning and Gus is snuggling and the bed is warm and he smells utterly delicious.
But! His little feet are like little blocks of ice!!! Like... Actual ice!!! Making me screech every time they come close!
I had bad dreams last night and they're haunting me.
So time for a run. A run will blast them away with clarity and perspective.