Thanks for the feed, mum

I am starting to discover those little special moments that I have heard parents go on about in the past. Those snippets of time that make all the difficult stuff seem manageable and all the distasteful stuff seem enjoyable.

In the mornings, Anna comes into bed with me for her morning breakfast. I lie on my side (trying not to feel like an old sow with a squirming piglet) and she rolls onto her side to tuck in. Most times, she attacks the breast like she's been wandering the desert for days; zeros in on her target, grabs me with both hands and zooms in. But every once in a while, she'll stop mid-zoom, look up at me, and give me a great big joyous smile. It last for a couple of seconds and lights up the bedroom as well as my life, then she gets on with the business of filling her tum.

And I think: that was a precious moment. Best not forget it.