Finding his Wings

Photo by Nillu Nasser

Our littlest has always been an early riser. Of our three children, he took the longest to sleep through the night. Even now, after a day at nursery, he needs body contact. He’ll run to our legs, cling on and laugh when we try and shake him off, squeeze us fiercely.

Most mornings he leaps into our bed, all elbows and knees. Today I woke up heavy with sleep, to find him role playing with his toys next to me. Cars, dinosaurs, balloons, bubbles, football, soft toys. A whirlwin...