Simple Pleasures

There really is nothing more satisfying to me, than to see James playing with the munchkins. I love to observe the pleasure he takes in reading them a story, or even just lounging on the sofa with sweet Freya perched on his head, and darling Max lying across his knee, all three engrossed in an a volume of Charlie and Lola.

I can huff and puff that James hasn't noticed I have had my eyelashes permed, or lightened my hair a shade, but he loves my babies and notices every single simple thing they do, and it makes me feel super secure and safe.

My next door neighbours married just last year. They are both in their forties and are partners in the same GP practice. Antonia has no children, but Crispin has little twin girls from his first marriage. The girls are six years old and come to stay every second weekend. Antonia carries on so if the girls take up too much of their fathers time and affection, it really makes me cringe.

I feel so very sorry for these sweet innocent little children. It really is shameful and should not be this way. I would hate to think that if James and I for some reason ever divorced, a new woman would begrudge the time my children spend with their papa and could actually compete with my tots for his time. I so loved my daddy, he was just the best part of my childhood.

I happily sacrifice aspects of my own fulfillment in order to maintain stability in my children's young lives. I enjoy the simple pleasure of watching as the full focus of James' attention rests on our two children...

Actually, I do not have the inclination or physical stamina to let the little darlings perch on my head, and I find reading with the poppets dreadfully tiresome, those endless theatrical voices are such a bore. Praise the Lord for super daddies!

Have you seen the latest Boodle and Dunthorne catalogue? Don't you just love the Raindance rings?