The last holiday as just the 3 of us.
A time to relish our little boy all for ourselves.
To have all our reserve of patience, just for him.
To watch him from afar, sunk happily in play.
Eyes ready to meet his gaze when he raises his to meet ours.
Arms free to welcome him.
Marveling at his increasing curiosity, independence and ingenuity.
Wondering at the words that suddenly form in his mouth, which often have only a meaning to us.
To recognise the baby in him when he suddenly cries.
To look on at him with tenderness as he soundly sleeps.
Unsure just how things will change, for him and for us.