You know the movie scene. It's a cold night. It's usually snowing, possibly Christmas. There's a lone person standing outside looking in through a window. They are looking at a family by the fire having fun and laughing. I've felt like this over the last two years, like I'm on the outside of it all... Continue Reading →
Catching the dreaded “C” means I’ve had to isolate away from my baby
We've lived with this dreaded thing hanging over our lives for so long now and for so many of us, life is beginning to resume some normality. And for us it is in some ways but in others, our life isn't nomral anyway. My son, Azariah, is still a vulnerable baby while he waits for... Continue Reading →