My 15mo, Callum LOVES pointing at strangers.
It’s his new thing. He’ll squeal “Ooo! Ooo!” and frantically wave his hands around and points at them, until they wave back. If they don’t… he scrunches up his nose and growls at them instead. It’s very cute.
Yesterday I left Callum with my mum and spent a couple of hours sitting in a cafe reading a book. Hot coffee. Hot apple pie. The warm sun on my back. I plunged deep into a lush world of kings and magicians. Elves and dwarves. This is the second time I’ve read The Magician, first time was when I was a teenager, but it was so nice to read it again.
I resurfaced as the cafe staff began to stack chairs. Time had flown. The setting sun now throwing coins of light onto the wooden floors. The evening breeze slowly pushing the pockets of warmth from the windows. It has been a long time since I’ve felt so refreshed. And it felt goooood.