Some Saturdays we are magnificent. We are up with the sun, appropriately caffeinated before anybody even thinks of whinging for second breakfast (have I given birth to actual hobbits or…
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Twins
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Somewhere out there in the world, there is a man with Lysander’s big blue eyes. I know this because I have seen a photograph of him when he was a…
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There is something so special about time with these two. At the weekends, when the girls are sleeping, they are mine. Bundled up in the winter, four bright eyes blinking…
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I predicted that this summer would be magical, I wasn’t wrong. We have eaten strawberries, warm from the sun, and chased across the commons, laughter ringing in our ears, the…
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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. She sings to them, one in each arm, rocking, bouncing, cradling, soothing, and their howls become cries become whimpers, snuffles, and slowly, slowly,…