I cannot believe I am sat here writing this post on a Sunday night reflecting on the recent atrocities, again. It is all too soon after Manchester, too soon after writing something similar last week. I won’t dwell on it, but for the first time since Manchester and now London, I finally feel pride and not just sadness and fear as I watch the Manchester concert. Our freedoms will prevail. Love will prevail. Terror and fear has no place in our lives. It is at times like these I can’t help but focus on my babies, like so many parents I expect. We worry about their future and their safety. Above all however it makes me feel immensely proud to be a mum to my children, it makes me love them at a little harder (if possible) and hold them a little tighter. I suspect that is why they have featured so heavily in my Instagram this week. So my beautiful babies, because you will forever be my babies, this one is for you.
My not so little baby all wrapped up in his uber soft @thetowelshop bamboo towel. I have pictures of both my babies after their first ever bath wrapped up very similar to this, just very teeny tiny. All the nostalgia. He did not however stay still very long and they were both playing 'parachute' with the towel just seconds after this. Whatever keeps you happy babies.
The day started with an unavoidable sadness, yet again. A sadness that just penetrates. I am sat watching the #Manchester concert and the sadness has shifted. I feel unusually proud, proud of everyone for giving the finger and coming out in the face of terror, proud of all the people who run toward that terror to keep others safe, others like my two beautiful babies who I am so proud to call mine. #proud #chooselove #terrorismhasnoreligion
Oh and a little one to celebrate my other love, Mr Tammy.
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