When I was younger, and I tried to imagine my 'happily ever after', I always saw myself boiling jam in a large pot on my stove whilst a baby played about my feet.
Today, that tiny glimpse into my 'happily ever after' came true, and I was so busy stirring jam and sterilising jars and trying not to trip over my boy that I almost forgot to stop, see the moment, and smile.
Almost, but not quite.
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