Because sometimes I just want to remember days like these, when we’re sitting at home doing notalot with his toys on the floor, me trying not to keep looking at my phone by default, bemoaning the fact that January is so bloody dark. Then the sun pops out, I scoop him up and decide it’s just the right time to try out a swing.
The sunshine on his face, the belly laughter and utter glee in his eyes made my week.
Here’s to celebrating the little things this year.
Oh, and I think we’re almost entirely better. Yay!