This morning ds2 wandered into my room and climbed in for a snuggle.
It was a totally wordless, heart squeezing moment of loveliness, but it's bittersweet because he's nearly 8, he's my last child and I don't know how much longer he's going to want to do this.
I treasure every last one more than the one before, just in case it is the last.
What makes your heart ache?