Tonight I’m having the absolute pleasure of looking after fussing over Tyson. Doing all those long ago motherly things. Holding him close while his bright eyes stare up as he takes his bottle. Smelling his sweet milky breath.  Bathing him, getting in all those creases. Wrapping him in a huge fluffy towel and hugging him tightly to my chest. His little head is so velvety against my cheek. Wrestling with wriggling arms and legs to get him dressed. Being rewarded with huge smiles - just when you least expect it. He’s smells so delicious I want to squeeze him tight and eat him up!

I’m so lucky.