Here we are, another 4 o'clock rolls by.
A sliver of sun begins to creep in and with a sleeping baby I take my chance to bask in it.
You wander in, hot from playing host all day and worn from the weather, reaching your own limits.
We both reach the end of ourselves and wait for Daddy to arrive home. Soon?
Oh boy, I remember that time well. Hanging on (barely) until Daddy come home on his white horse to rescue all of us! Strength to you xxx
ReplyDeleteOh dear - that four o'clock bottom lip, when all the world is a'gin you :-(.
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Maxine
Oh Sophie!! I hear you!!!
ReplyDeleteI know this feeling well! :)
ReplyDeleteOhhh - I am still in the middle of those moments also! That last hour as we wait for Daddy can be the longest of the day. xxx
ReplyDeleteCute looking baby!
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