I love you, you Rockstar
And I’m going to be looking at this picture of you taken yesterday, whenever I get stressed or mad at you. You were jumping up and down and taking the pictures off the walls in the bedroom again (our bedroom walls are full of lines and scratches because of all your hanging-and-re-hangings of picture frames.
But then you stopped and we suddenly shared this cuddle. And I told you I loved you. I told you I would love you no matter how naughty you get – and that’s when you really looked happy. And I got this look from you. And for once you didn’t even yell NO!!! at Mummy for taking your picture.
(Which is one of the reasons you’re called Rockstar – you hate paparazzi)