This picture popped up on my Timehop this week and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw it. This is one of my favourites pics of me and O and I remember the day it was taken so clearly.
It was the first warm day of Spring and we had been out for a walk and popped into the pub on the way home. The beer garden was packed but we managed to find a table and sat enjoying the sunshine.
O was 18 months at the time and on that day it struck me how much older he seemed, although looking now he still looks like the baby I remember. I loved this age, he was a late walker so still very reliant on me but was communicating and his personality was really shining through.
Now he’d be running round the beer garden with a football but on that day he was happy to stand next to me playing with my G&T straw, still very much my baby.