Hints of Spring...
A little figure clad in hand-me-down Bob-the-Builder pyjamas appears beside me in the kitchen.
I sense his presence before I actually see him - he hovers beside me, an assortment of toy vehicles clutched in his hands. I'm cleaning the kitchen but we are absolute companions, whiling away our morning together, until it's time to collect his brother.
He doesn't do walking -he sort of skitters everywhere, a mixture of toddler-awkward running and care-free artless dancing. He propels himself around the house like this, his face an ever-changing canvas of new expressions and imitations of his brother.
"Mummy, I happy, Mummy!" he proclaims, and I laugh out loud, and say "Me too!" and then we waltz around the kitchen in the wintry sunlight.
