Curtains

The end of a long, tiring, and emotionally draining birthday celebration for the 2-digit boy.

I gave him a big tight hug in bed (as in, I climbed into his bed, and it sagged dangerously to one side), and asked him if he had had a good party and told him that mum and dad loved him very much.

He told me that this year's party was the best party he'd ever had .

And a tear may have seeped out, in the convenient darkness.

This blip is dedicated to Luca's mum.
Parenthood is one thing: it's the tip of the motherhood iceberg.

Motherhood is the primeval force.
Mothers' day is a parody. It's an insult to mothers.

I love you Chica.

I love you Mum.