One day you’ll be an old man Lawrie.

And yet today, I’m stroking your beautiful, tiny, perfect two-year-old feet as I give you your evening bottle.

If you read this as an adult know this.  You are a wonder.  Beautiful.  Your tiny feet perfectly formed.  Soft.  Minute.  Exquisite.

Never ever feel anything less than a wonder my son. Because you are.

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