Each afternoon and evening, Eli comes into my room on a mission. He launches himself onto the bed, tossing his book up too, crawls up then burrows down next to me, head back on the pillow just like the grown up boy he is so sure he is.
'Mummy, read book, mease (please)!!!' he requests and so whenever I am able I do.
As a little side story, I was being sick in my bedroom today when in the midst of it I overheard Eli who was at the dining table and must have heard me. 'Mummy sick. Poor Mummy.' he said sympathetically to his Daddy. Kinda broke/warmed/touched my heart all at once...
Darling boy... I do miss him and love him ever so much.
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