Freedoms

I love how, after you have a baby, the return of freedoms - no matter how tiny - just feels sensational. The first time you duck out to the shops leaving a sleeping newborn at home feels freeing, but odd. Like the sky is sitting too low or something. It is at once weird and amazing.

Then there's the first time you leave your baby to go out together as adults and it's like - wow - yeah ... I remember how good this is.

Today we experienced another regaining of a small liberty. E went over to his little friend's house to play for most of the day and Shaun and I took the Young Lady on the back of my bike. We rode and rode, then stopped to have lunch at a lovely cafe.

Freeing? You betcha.