It’s been a ritual for a while now…Sunday mornings in Cubbon park. Since the little man was much younger. Sacrificing that little extra sleep on a Sunday to wake up and get to the park is totally worth the effort! Climbing trees, bruising knees, jumping in puddles, picking up flowers and giving to Mamma, chasing the pigeons, throwing ball to the dogs, sitting on daddy’s shoulders when exhaustion sets in….lovely memories for life!
The last time was when Bella Aunty came visting…😊
