I’ve dreamt of this day.
I’m walking hand-in-hand with my little boy. We’re going nowhere special.
I’m just walking with Little Man.
His tiny hand hidden in mine, just walking together, side-by-side.
Almost running now, he looks up and smiling I shorten my stride. He giggles, and it’s a moment shared, a moment treasured. Like a memory from my childhood; craning my neck to look up at my father beside me, trying to match his long stride with my short steps.
I’m so happy just walking with Little Man, because the child at my side makes the father in me.


Twin Mummy and Daddy




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