Getting foggy headed (more than usual).
Sticking close to home.
Hanging out with my girl, who was a baby, a true baby, just a second ago… I swear it, honest. Now she is into fairytales and magic and horror of all horrors: anything and everything “pink.”
There’s never been a better time for Prince Charming to be on school holidays. Making me cups of tea and putting up with most of my very simple and basic and reasonable demands (I didn’t think liquorice allsorts were too much to ask for at 11pm…)
Waiting, patiently. Quietly.
*photos by Mardi Sommerfeld. More on that later.