Children playing at Stanwick Lakes today. A much needed day out with two good friends.
My perfect little heart, given to me by a friend. Love it.
Kitchen windowsill. An African Violet given by a friend to cheer me up several years ago, an Orchid from another friend to remember Freddie, the Carnation that I exchanged for a candle at the babyloss service. All in among the prosaic washing up liquids of every day, keeping the family going in the present, the world still spinning, as it does. Over there on the left, vitamins. That little tremble of hope for the future.
I’ve started categorising blog posts again. I’ve decided I’ll be blogging about Freddie for too long for there to be a long list about him on the left. Besides, I wanted a place where he sat alongside his sisters. And I thought having categories might remind me to blog about other things too. I can’t quite bring myself to go further back than his birth yet, or even make much effort at them. But I will. I think.
