This afternoon as I picked up the Elfling's pink (of course) little backpack, I clasped her hand and her little sister's and we walked back to the car. Hand in hand, tiny pudgy fingers filling my palm and curling over, while little girls in miniature flared jeans and sneakers and big puffy jumpers and cheeks slapped pink by the chill skipped along next to me. I have never walked before holding both their hands and as the golden sun went to bed wrapped in scarlet and deepest pink blankets I smiled into the breeze and thought I was the luckiest woman on Earth.
Oh and we saw FooFighters last night. Best concert ever.