Little shoes to fill...

Sometimes work can be a right drag and I come home with a full grump on. As a walk through the door I'm greeted by a flying hug from the 2-and-a-bit year old and the grump disappears for an hour or two.

After he goes to bed I tidy the house up and find little reminders of just how new he is to the world, his tiny shoes being one of them, and I hope he doesn't have much grump on his life.