A golden May morning with family cuddles in bed and a bubble-covered, sun-splashed bairn wriggling in the baby bath under the bedroom window.
Leil dons her Sunday Best, getting her giggle on before heading to church for a little friend’s christening. During the service I well up as I tend to do on the (rather rare) occasions I find myself in a church.
And the moment I’d been waiting for: my Buddhist monk father (that’s a whole nother blog post!), visiting from Thailand, sees Leila for the first time since she was three days old. They simply beam at each other, for minute after heart-filling minute. It’s a mutual appreciation society I’m only too happy to witness.
One day like this a year would see me right.