My little friend

Master Charlie is my favourite little person. I'm probably not meant to have favourites but he is. I have snuggled this babe for many, many hours. He squawks if a Karen hug is not immediately forthcoming when he arrives. He trots across the church to find me. He comes and lays in my arms when he knows he is tired and needs holding to sleep. He tells me stories without words but so clearly communicating. He just buries into me and loves.

Anyway. I get Charlie cuddles about three times a week. Its a good deal. 

A lot in the day. Buoyed by the morning face popping his heard round my door.