I think about you all the time.
All.
The.
Time.
You are present when I toast my bread, when I walk in town, when I stamp a name, when I hold your Daddy's hand.
I miss you George.
Made by Carly, with love.
Tiny prints stamped on our hearts.
A tiny scrap of love
with a perfect button nose,
Our son lived his entire tiny life
inside my belly, wrapped in love
About Me
- Barbara
- Maker of things: Art, silver jewellery, food and cardboard bridges for Thomas and friends. Married to the best man in the world, mother to a toddler, a lost son and a lost spark of hope. Wrangler of two not so itteh bitteh kittehs and bouts of depression. Random blogger.