Me: Look at the way Dave is resting his head on Harriet’s back. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: His head is really heavy.
Me: I know. It’s adorable.
Nell: I’m not sure Harriet agrees.
Me: She doesn’t mind. He’s her baby brother.
Nell: He was only born a few minutes after her.
Me: He’s still the youngest.
Nell: She spoils him.
Me: Only when it suits her. Sometimes he pushes her too far and she tells him off.
Nell: He can be a little too bouncy at times.
Me: I think there’s a bit of Tigger in him.
Nell: Tigger?
Me: Yes, and you definitely have your Eeyore moments.
Nell: Moving on, it’s First Advent on Sunday.
Me: It is.
Nell: We need to make sure we have the wreath with four candles ready to be lit.
Me: We only light one candle on Sunday.
Nell: I know how it works.
Me: The Sunday we light four candles is the day Alice, Andre, Jonathan and Faye arrive.
Nell: Yes.
Me: I felt all tingly with happiness when I said that.
Nell: Family is everything.
Me: It is.
Nell: And Families are made up in lots of different ways.
Me: They are.
Nell: Our readers are our family, too.
Me: They are.
Nell: I’m glad you write every day.
Me: So am I.
Nell: People need a constant in their lives.
Me: Yes. So much is changing.
Nell: Not always for the good.
Me: So we need to be there.
Nell: We do.
Me: It’s funny to think there are people all over the world who start their day with our conversations, isn’t it?
Nell: I think it’s rather wonderful.
Me: I’ll never take them for granted.
Nell: I’m sure they feel the same way about us.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
