Nine sleeps until we see our little boys.
Nine sleeps until we feel their soft little bodies clingling onto us, then seconds later wriggling and pushing to get free and asking for something they’ve just spotted.
Nine sleeps until we can hug my sister and Robbie’s mum and thank them for keeping our kids safe. For ensuring that life went on as normally as possible for our two little guys. For putting their own lives on hold and giving up their time, the social lives and their freedom.
Nine sleeps until I can put on my gumboots and weed my garden, smelling the damp soil and seeing how much my onions have grown.
Nine sleeps until I can play fetch with Molly, and snuggle her while thinking how much the rain makes her fur smell bad.
Nine sleeps until we can sit on the couch with a cuppa and watch…
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