On Saturday mornings, the three of us lay in bed, him singing sweet songs to her as I drift in and out of sleep. We lazily jaunt to our favourite local brekky joint, sip our coffee and stare at this little human being, while murmuring, “Did we really invent this person?” She naps, she wakes, she caresses our faces, she sings her songs and flashes her toothy grin. We dress in our bathers and drive to the pool, and she stares wide-eyed at the warm blue water, knowing what’s to come.
She swims and floats and giggles and splashes. It warms my heart and I know it melts her daddy’s.
Oh Pippa, how we love our Saturday swims with you.
[All shots taken with the iPhone]