Letter to son - March
My sweet love, Is it March already? Oh how time flies when you're having fun! You are SO much fun, I should point out some of your Malachi-isms as they make me smile so much...like...you think that a ghost is just when you put a cloth/coat/t-shirt/bit of pay dough on top of your head and walk round bumping into things...like...saying 'wock n woll, baby' and 'come on then' and 'good god..amess' (can't imagine where you picked those phrases up from *looks all innocent, and a little bit guilty*. You love pouring liquids and making a big mess, but you can wipe it up again afterwards when I pass you a cloth. You love to be tickled and say 'more' - you're a crazy giggler and you laugh is as infectious as your smile. You are super independent but when you want a cuddle you come to me all sleepy and wrap your arms and legs around me and rest your head in my neck and it is the best feeling ever. My life is made worthwhile when you come up and r