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.
I feel like this about my eldest too, you always remmeber them as the tiny boys they were but see them as the young lads they are now, great photo