one hundred and twenty seven

 

Kate loves tea. Made for her by me. ¬†Every night at about 7.45pm. In her K mug. Delivered to her in her room. By me. I am grateful for this little routine. It makes her still seem so little. And so needy of her mommy. I know, I know, I’m a walkover, but I just can’t resist the nightly text I get.