Days after my friend S had her first kid, I visited their home on the south coast of England. There, I gazed upon the new trio: my friends, previously two unencumbered adults who had joined in holy matrimony (I had been a bridesmaid) and now their newly created tiny person, a small bundle that occasionally made the cutest coos and yawning sounds. I fell in love with her, and understood immediately that what I felt must be a mere drop in the ocean of feels coming from her parents. We spent a lovely weekend together before I had to catch my train back to London.
It's a myth that red wine doesn't go with fish
It's a myth that red wine doesn't go with…
It's a myth that red wine doesn't go with fish
Days after my friend S had her first kid, I visited their home on the south coast of England. There, I gazed upon the new trio: my friends, previously two unencumbered adults who had joined in holy matrimony (I had been a bridesmaid) and now their newly created tiny person, a small bundle that occasionally made the cutest coos and yawning sounds. I fell in love with her, and understood immediately that what I felt must be a mere drop in the ocean of feels coming from her parents. We spent a lovely weekend together before I had to catch my train back to London.