Friday, 11 March 2011


It is customary every morning for my son to finish his breakfast then come up to me where we hug! Something we've been doing before time even started.

I needed a hug this morning, that hug, that post breakfast huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug.

My son's away this weekend.

I started missing him last night.

Fat tears rolled as soon as my head hit the pillow.

My son my sun my son I love you

Feel it in the thought I send you
from my heart
through the depths
of my very soul

(Jez Alborough)


Jennysmith said...

Poor sweetie, my heart goes out to you. You do miss 'em don't you. Hope you're together soon xxxx

Stigmum said...

Tomorrow night! I don't always feel such an ache but this weekend, phewy, I just want my family close. Thanks Jen, big huuuuuuug! xxx