ack in Wellington again after a week away. It was loooovely visiting family and friends in Taranaki and have them hang out with Albie. And also lovely to miss Marcus lots and lots and then return home to him.
I was quietly unpacking our luggage, and I looked at Wrigglesworth propped up on our bed, surveying the scene. And I thought the pillowcases said it all really. Our Marcus is an awesome man and we are a bit lucky. There is a lot to be said about absence and the heart.
Smoochy Mooch officially over.