Holding hands, the finish line, back to his old self

Three beautiful things from a busy week that involved a long car journey north and back, a sick boy again, a 48 hour trip to the continent, and a trip to Brighton.

1. Me and my Man holding hands through the streets of Madrid.

2. a. Cheering our friend Jeff, in the gorgeous sunshine, as he arrived safely at the finish line of the Brighton marathon.

2. b. A runner stops 200 meters short of the finish line. She’s clutching her leg in pain, shaking her head and crying. She doesn’t think she can go on. Two runners approach. Both look exhausted. They take an arm each, and she’s on her way again. The crowd cheers.

3. After days of barely being able to get a smile out of our boy, it’s a relief to hear his chatter and laughter from the back seat of the car.


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