The last day of being two

There may have been a small person in our bed this morning. Ok there may be most mornings but that's a work in (slow) progress for another post. As she stirred beside me I braced myself for the possible bad mood a very busy day with her cousins at her grandparents and rather late bedtime might have created. So I was very happily surprised when she turned to face me, flung her arm around me, kissed me and said 'I love you mummy'. Not a bad way to start the last day of being two.

The last night of being two