Tiny man is in awe of Autumn. He wants nothing more than to run outside and cover himself in leaves.
He picks up sticks, conkers, seeds and presents them to me with an excited "Look!"
He rolls on the ground, relishing the crunch as he throws himself through the leaves.
And when those tiny little fingers are freezing (gloves….what on earth are you thinking) and he's ready to head in, we snuggle up on the sofa, under a blanket with a warm milk for him, a cup of tea for mummy.
I love watching my boys grow up, and Hugo's at that magical age where everything is still new.
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