Mister C is playing with Baby C and here I am. With my coffee. Breathing it in.
Just thought you might like to know.
Regards, Miss Cookas.
How are you? I’m still good. Really good, actually. Mister C is looking after Baby C, today. He said I should go out and just be…
So, I guess I’ll just go now.
Love, Miss Cookas.
There must be some misunderstanding. I thought I was having a ‘me’ day.
But everywhere I look, I see my baby boy.
He is here.
And yes. He is here, too.
But it’s not your fault diary. I’m a Mummy now. I love my baby boy to bits. I guess that means that even a ‘me’ day is still going to be a ‘we’ day from now on. And I think I’m okay with that.
Alright, well, I better get back to it.
xxx Miss C.
I thought you might like to know that I’ve had a really great ‘me’ day. I even found my smile.
There was no baby to help me find it. No hubby, either. Just me. And I found it!
It was here.
Oh, diary. The smile I found today was so good.
Umm. Maybe a little too good.
Signing off (with a smile),