August 18, 2011
His eyes well up with tears, he screws up his face and he howls. I have no idea what’s wrong with him, not a clue, but I go to him and he raises his arms to me, wanting to be picked up. But instead of snuggling into me and the tears slowing, he arches his [...]
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June 26, 2011
He is my last baby, but I need to write that sentence many more times before I will really believe it. I may never believe it… He is the smallest of four. He came into our lives quickly, in the early hours of a very cold morning. He skilfully slotted himself in, between a big [...]
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