Our littlest bear cub, Arthur, turns one this week (sob!).
Do you remember the luxury of being unwell pre-kids? Calling in sick to work, crawling back under your duvet, day-time napping, hot drinks consumed while they still retained their descriptive qualities? All the while lamenting how wretched you felt. Then you had kids. And you realised how wretched you could really…
I wrote a poem last month, Remember How We, in which I lamented the loss of our carefree pre-children travels to my husband.
Although we both love travel and have been lucky to visit some amazing places our wanderlust has been somewhat extinguished since the birth of our second son.