..to make the posts shorter and more frequent.
I've been spending hours today digging through hundreds of photographs - the nine years the JB and I have been an item, as they say - for our letter to birth mother. I am finding it a hard to find the exact balance where I can feel comfortable - not too salesy, not too smug, not too slick, not too confident, but respectful, warm, and reassuring. But then trawling through the tens of CDs - (Quite a few are banjaxed, by means, I presume, of tiny scratches, micro-scuffs, and, I dunno, invisible dust? Is nothing made to last anymore? Modern world, I despair of you.) I realise that we are just genuinely steeped in luck.We have had a life rich in adventures, friends and experiences. Maybe that's what I need to concentrate on: just that we are fortunate to have all this to share with a child.
The young Twangy and Brother, before Health and Safety was invented.
And this summer, with more hair.