June 28th

Today was Hannah’s birthday. My little girl is now twelve. I’m not sure how that happened, but I am sure it makes me feel about 103 years old.

The day started early. She’s on her school holidays now and I tried to persuade her to sleep late but the lure of presents woke her with excitement. She piled on top of me and Cal. Poor man, he’d only arrived home from work at 3a.m. and the last thing he needed was a hyper twelve-year-old wriggling in between us.

“Oh Daddy you don’t have a pajama top on, ugh.”

I grinned as I recalled why he didn’t have a pajama top on. Cal groped for his t-shirt at the side of the bed and pulled it over his head w...

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