Its 5.55am and Sid is in bed with us after a teary sleep. He wanted to have breakfast at this hour, and me being in a rush to get to work wasn’t having it.
So I’m now cutting it fine to get showered and shaved ready for leeds, and I get the whole puppy eyes from him, so I ask… “Milk?” And he reluctantly gave me his bottle and said “go..”
So I brought him up some warm milk, and the to my amazement. He said “Daddy go.. Work…”
Lesson 1 for me– making time for Sid can go one of two ways. Either I get late for work, or I get amazed by his appreciation and love even more…