It’s been four months since I gave birth. The weather was slowly getting warmer and the promise of a lovely spring made my husband book a weekend getaway as a present for me.

Dearest T,

Last week Mama took you to the park early in the morning, just after Papa left. You probably have forgotten already. Today I’m looking at the photos I took that day. It was a short two-hour of playing outside. But it felt longer because you had so much fun.

“Honey I made you chicken curry salad for lunch,” I cheerfully told the husband one afternoon  *as I made him tea while he watches football, relaxing after a day of hard work.