I haven't seen him since before Christmas. He was away in France, visiting his mother's family at that time. Back in England, they both live many miles south of London, which may not be the other side of the world but it's a four hour round trip on a good day. With my three year old, Freddie, in tow during rush hour, it can be somewhat stressful. But I'll tell you something for nothing. It's well worth it.
He's getting too old for kisses now but the hugs are getting better with every visit.
