After a Sunday afternoon trip to the pub we left hubby there and me and Baby O decided it was time we went home. We are lucky to live about 150 metres from the most lovely pub, so we were walking back. It was cold, it was dark and it was just me and O. He held my hand the entire way babbling as we went. I was so proud to be hand in hand with my beautiful boy, and I always treasure these moments as they pass so quickly. In a few years it won’t be “cool” to hold hands with mum so I’m making the most of it whilst I can!