To heal a mind is not an exact science, each one may require something different. To heal mine, I talked, and then kept on talking. To your dad, to grandma, to grandpa, aunty Sophie and many other friends and family all who helped to fix it slowly. I’m still getting there, I don’t know whether those anxieties will ever go away but my life is now definitely bigger than they are.
Here’s a little baby, one, two, three. Stands in her cot, what does she see. She sees her sister fighting sleep, desperate to stay awake. Her mum is tired but happy, smiling at the family she thought she’d never make.
To be honest, I’m not sure we were cool enough to pull off a Vegas wedding and anyway, who needs Nevada when you have Croydon registry office on your doorstep. On the whole I’m a pretty indecisive person, snap decisions, in fact, making any decisions are not usually mine, or your dads forte. Choosing a [...]
Babies Of Mine 