Two years

Sleep soundly my darling boy. I hope wherever you are is beautiful. Kisses. Your Mama. X

Coming up to that time of year again

November is here, and while it doesn't feel nearly as sad or scary as last year, Bear's first anniversary, there is a heaviness around. People, friends and family, start talking about him more, which is lovely. What I mostly feel, though, is fear. Fear for the two of us, who this time two years ago had no idea about the bomb that was about to explode.