My boy-o

I have just spent this morning with my boss….although I really must stop referring to her as that. She is in actual fact my, now, really good friend. If you are a regular reader (and why wouldn’t you be? my rambling is riveting you know…) you would be aware that she had a little baby boy not so long ago.
I got to give Eddie a huge squeeze and lots of kisses and hang out with her and her husband,  basically relaxing in the home of one of the loveliest, most chilled out new families I know. Amber is a beautiful mama, she really  is and I just know Eddie is going to be equally as kind, genuine and sincere as his parents are.
So why the pic of Otto? Well, I got home and all day whilst cutting and folding and sewing mobiles I have been thinking about how almost 8 years ago I was that wide eyed mama, sitting on the sofa just looking at this little fellow in my arms thinking ….wow… I look at my beautiful friend in all that new mother glory and can’t help but remember. Otto’s 8th birthday is in 26 days and as I watch him grow into this handsome, wickedly funny, generous bright spark of a boy,  I know I somehow had a small part in all this. All the doubt and wretched thinking and worry I put on myself perhaps wasn’t necessary. Perhaps Otto was always going to be the way he is and I was just along for the ride. Behind the steering wheel, driving him in the right direction, but with a lot of help from the backseat. He’s taught me a great deal about myself without even meaning too.
And he really is the best son a mother could EVER hang bunting from xoxo

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