There we were in the park, me and you, our two babies, this older couple, two kids, their grandchildren (I assumed), and the sun beating down on us. You were happy, Sam, as you ran about in the long grass, pointed at the bugs on the bin, laughed at me through the windows on the little house. You were lazy and lovely today, pink cheeked after your long sleep, you shouted for me to come and get you and just lay there crashed into your pillow, laughing and pointing and squeaking to Sheepy your constant companion. Some days it is just right, life is small and simple and I like it that way.
elisabeth pike 