She talks to you constantly, as though you understand her. As though you answer in voices that only she can hear. She is thinking of selling the pram, she prefers by far to wear you; to be able to kiss your heads and whisper in your ears. She knows you better than you know yourselves right now.
I love that we do it this way, that I carried you for nine months and she is carrying you now. It’s nice to take a step back and just watch the three of you, to curl my fingers in the little dog’s fur and think about how fortunate I am and how perfect you are.
You, your mama and Posy-dog are my very best friends.