He ain't heavy

He's getting heavier.

But I don't mind.

I blamed a knee strain on a football match this week. But if I'm honest it's probably too much of this.

His Mum can't carry him anymore. Hurts her back. She still does though.

We can't say no.

I wonder if this is what it means to love someone so much that you'd give up your life for them. Not simply that I'd walk off a cliff for them - which I would in an instant. But that I happily sacrifice myself slowly. I cheerfully let myself be gradually worn to the ground, for these two little lives.

And I don't mind at all.