What I Remember When You Were Seven

By |2019-08-10T02:19:53+00:00August 10th, 2019|Home, Monkey|2 Comments

Today I have an 8 year old son. Eight years means the days of me calling you my 'baby boy' are disappearing fast, despite my heart clutching at the tails of father time to stop him moving forwards. Eight years means you are still in the throes of childhood exuberance that can only exist [...]