Dear Rasmie and Martha-Mae

I'm sorry I've not done this sooner, I had great plans to make a memory jar or scrapbook but days pass, so I'm going to try this.

The tides are turning Rasmie, our blissful 9am lie ins are creeping earlier and earlier with the ever lengthening days, I'm waking to find you sitting up looking at me or pushing your hand at me with a hair wrapped around your finger. Martha, snooze on, you are still a 9 o clock girl, on the whole...

Martha, I'm sorry your day time snoozes have shifted from the comfort of my belly to the bed upstairs. You are just easily distracted and disturbed now and it gives peerie Rasmie half an hour for some uninterrupted time. Rasmie, my peerie man, there is something so special about hearing you shout up the stairs, "Mam, make flapjack" which we did.

It turned into a beautiful day, warm sunshine and very little wind. Beach, "yeah, make sandcastle" We saw two oil support boats in the bay at Gulberwick, one going to "Aberdeen" and the other "Orkney". At St Ninians we did fine till my peerie Rasmie looked at the waves and seemed unhappy. The world is so big, so new with such big spaces and sounds when you're two and a half. I try really hard to second guess and I probably should have thought it might be too much for peerie Rasmie. When we got home after some chat the "big blue OSV fall, crash in sea", just like the story in our Busy Town book we read. No wonder it was a bit "drive back hom".

There is so much to say, things that happen, times when you laugh at each other and I am  an observer looking in, big open hearts, emotions and impulses. Martha, your smile is magic and Rasmie I will always try to keep you safe and try to help you feel that.

Night night my peerie loves, sleep well, I'm right next to you.