Tag Archives: father
My December 20th
Today, I rose at five and showered, then dressed whilst the missus bathed. I roused the child, but she child and sent her in to the powder room. Her mother chose some clothes, and we got her into them with … Continue reading
Saturday Morning
A bit before seven thirty, little footsteps, and she climbs into our bed, on my side nearest the door. I move my pillow to give her half, the least she’ll take. She’ll lie there next to me, hold a position … Continue reading
Glancing Back, Moving On 