32/364 Teen at rest

Occasionally when Boy One is all flung out over the furniture watching QI, playing suduku or listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack, I think with wonder about the tiny, scraggy little thing he once was. 

I didn’t embarrass him then, not the way I do now. Especially when I write things like this about him. He’s still lovely though. 

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