We journeyed home. Said a proper goodbye to Gran, saw the family, met some new babies, introduced Hen and hugged some dear friends for a little too long. Bliss. It’s certainly a different sort of holiday with a small one but I’m feeling surprisingly refreshed and happy to be home.
I preach about existing in photographs, it’s so important for your children to see how you were, the way you loved. I’m afraid I have failed on this journey. Next time I will do better.
