Just before turning 39 weeks, Seahorse, your father and I were invited to our dear friends’ wedding. Rio and Adam asked me to be one of their bridesmaids and Erroll was my dashing companion on the day. Your pa made quite an impression on all of the guests with his powder blue tie and his immaculate grooming. Rio dressed me (and you, my wee cocooned one) in a golden sheath, Grecian in inspiration, and gently curving over your bump-home.
Not a care in the world when I am in your father’s arms and you are in my tummy. See how we laugh and smile? Weddings and babies – nothing better in life than these. See you in a week, Seahorse!