At the weekend, Luke and I were in London, it was only for 1 night but it felt like an age for me.
I missed my children so much, everything about them.
When we got home yesterday I didn’t stop smiling, their warmth, their smell, their laughter.
I watched for ages, them running up and down the lounge, giggling.
It really is the little things that mean the most:
Have a good week, everyone. Let’s be grateful and truly thankful for the little things.