1. To get up early -- it is noticeably lighter at 7am -- so that we can wave Nick off to work. It makes me think of a morning soon after we moved here. I went to the door, all large pregnant belly and short(ish) nightie to wave Nick off just as a load of builders piled out of a van in the carpark across the road. They sauntered lazily past and grinned at me. Nick texted later to say that he was buying me a new dressing gown. I have a pregnant belly again, but this time it's winter, I'm wearing the dressing gown (and several other layers) and I have a toddler pushing round my legs.
2. At Christmas we had, as a special treat, a packet of pink wafers.* Every time I open the biscuit tin Alec says with a lot of hope in his voice, 'Pink bic-bic?' Today the Mother brought us a bag of very posh pink wafers that actually taste of strawberries.
3. Butter yellow daffodils opening up in a blue glass vase.
* I love pink wafers out of all the sorts of biscuit there are, but this Christmas packet, a supermarket own-brand, was very disappointing. Not enough filling, I think, and far too much dust.
I love that first one, can just picture it. I am one of those women who loved being pregnant. Congrats on expecting your second little one!
ReplyDeleteI loved number one and I two loved being pregnant (three times) and I love being a mother and a wife (that last bit can get forgotten about or underrated!)
ReplyDeleteI love being pregnant, too. This is the last time though, so I'm savouring it.
ReplyDeleteSo true about the wifeing being forgotten and underrated. I think the idea of being 'a good wife' is sadly unfashionable these days.
Pink biscuits that taste of strawberries, with cold milk. (or hot tea on a cold day) mmm
ReplyDeleteOh that would be a good mixture, Joe.
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