In the dark

Most mornings I get up when Isaac starts shouting (something heartwarming like “get me out Daddy!”) and give him his milk. The moments in his room, still dim with the blinds down, his head resting on my cheek, my hand stroking his tummy or his little foot, are the best of the day. After he guzzles down the last drops, he looks up at me, says something random like “mummy’s bottom?”, gives me a kiss and the day begins.