dearest little'un

my sweet babe,
now you're thirty and a half weeks grown and still rumbling and wriggling around as ever. Autumn's almost ended and the shops are full of walnuts, quinces and persimmons. At dusk the air smells of wood fires. For the last couple of days I've felt the need to slow down and take things gently. Tonight your papa and I started reading Fellowship of the Ring by JRR Tolkien out loud - we plan to re-read the whole trilogy to each other (and you). I wonder which characters you will like best, which moments will capture your heart and imagination... keep growing healthy and strong dear one -
love m & p