Last night before bed, using the only technique that works, I said to K that his glass of milk was for me to get stronger. His argument to drink it was that I am already big and strong and don’t need it. That was that.
This morning he woke up in a good mood. Gave me a big cuddle and said, “today I’ll share my milk with you because your eyes (without glasses at the time) are not strong”.
I struggle to say anything other than awww but I am grateful for today and hopeful about the future.
Fuchsia 