Morning Quiet

Arthur fell asleep in my arms last night. Where sometimes the days feel long and I cherish the hour or two of quiet time whilst he sleeps, I sat for a long time last night holding him as he slept in my arms, delighting in every single thing about that. He’s two very soon and suddenly it feels like time is passing incredibly fast. Whilst this is amazing and I love to see him grow into a little man, it also brings a melancholy twinge, not for long, but just a little here and there. I could have sat for hours with him last night drinking it all in. Bloody love that boy 💜