Boys in dresses💞💕❣️💖❤️🧡🧡💛💚💙💓💓💓💜🖤🖤💙💚💛🧡🧡❤️❤️💓💓💓💓💓
It’s okay to fall back into an old thinking pattern/behaviour that you thought you had recovered from. It’s normal. Just keep moving forward. Don’t let it consume you.
Discovery Shores Boracay
Se la felicità perenne
non è reale,
allora non può esserlo nemmeno
una tristezza uguale.
It’s the little things sometimes:
Our youngest (10) is going through sleep training, one component of which is running up and down the garden as soon as he gets up to help the blood pumping and the sunlight help wale him up.
This morning was frosty and the grass was crunchy underfoot. He practically dragged me (45) outside to experience it. I duly put my shoes on and braced myself against the brisk November air.
We inspected the holes I had dug for the swing set (small amount of water, not frozen), looked at the raised beds (potato plants need to come out) and turned back for the house.
Without speaking, or planning it at all, we had a moment of synchronicity. I jumped with both feet to get the cronch of the grass, he jumped likewise. I took a long step to a crisp patch of clover, he took a long step. We moved in unison almost telepathically deciding to race back to the door.
I felt so happy in something so small. I am really going to miss moments like this as he grows (further) up.
Missing this boy :( loooooooads
And now I love you
“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU SO CAN WE PLEASE FUCKING ARRANGE SOMETHING?!”
I nearly pissed myself laughing. A friend and I were having a rehearsal chat about a forthcoming conversation with his ex-girlfriend.
“That’s the ticket, luvvy.” I told him happily.
Okay but like, can we talk about the fact that she makes me happy, like for real. ME? HAPPY? What kind of black magic is that?