Sitting on a Bench with my Dad

Sitting on a Bench with My Dad

Come and sit with me awhile.

Let me feel your arm around my shoulders,

Rest my head in the crook of your neck,

Breathe in the smell of you,

Remember what was once familiar.

Let's look together across the valley,

Sigh contentedly at the beauty before us,

Laugh at the funny things we cannot forget,

Talk about the times we had...the times you've missed since then.

Let me tell you about them, my precious ones.

Let time stand still.

Comfort me and calm my fears.

Tell me that you know all of these things and more,

That you see me.

You see them.

Tell me that you go on and I will too.

Come and sit with me awhile.

Sweet, Sweet Isla

She is growing so fast. She has gone from saying, "Mummy, want milk!" to "Mummy, I would like milk please." When did that happen? She is chatty and stubborn and insistent and lovely and frustrating and snuggly and exhausting and so so kissable. She pouts with her top lip and smiles with her whole face. She always asks for one more cuddle before I tuck her in and I have to admit, it is hard to let go sometimes.