Day 101 to 103 – 365 Project
My heart can’t help but skip a beat whenever your pappa throws you up in the air, yet I know he would never drop you. In my eyes you fly so high and look so small.
At 5.30pm you become pappa’s boy. For a short while I don’t matter much as long as I am not too far away and pop back up when it’s time for bed. You hug him so tight and babble away so fast as if scared that you’ll forget to tell him everything about that day’s adventures.
There is no better cure for a grey, rainy day than your smile.