Graced with

his presence.  Briefly.

I love that now he is older, we share so much in terms of musical taste, warped sense of humour and such like.

I miss the young boy who used to want to snuggle with his mum on the sofa.

No matter - I'm still very proud of my nearly 16 year old - this day would have been his due date, but he hung on for a while longer!

I have just slept.  When I did get up, I then lolled on the sofa, watching torrential rain and squally winds batter the back garden.

After tea, I am writing my letter to the hospital.