He looked up at me and asked, “Mummy, will Chloe look like you? Is she going to be a really small you?”
“Dunno, honey,” I said. ” I guess?”
He thought about that for a moment.
“Then I’m SURE I’m gonna love her!” he declared.
And just to reinforce that, the next morning at breakfast, he drew a picture of him (on the right in the pic above), giving a flower to the baby (albeit armless and legless) labelled “Chloe” in my belly.
I wish I could bottle up his glorious and infinite love – so incredibly innocent and sweet – for ever and ever!