This face

The Ordinary Lovely: This face

When my eldest was born, I had all the time in the world to sit and stare at his beautiful face. His tiny turned up nose, rosebud lips that could ignite poetry, and the biggest bluey-brown eyes that I'd ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Initially, he didn't sleep a great deal (actually, he still doesn't sleep a great deal) but it meant that I could spend my hours trying to elicit one of his deliciously intoxicating smiles ... the one that made his eyes twinkle too. 

We have photo upon video upon more photos of him lying on his play mat, sitting up in his cot, out and about in his pram, reclining on Paul, flat out milk-drunk on me, and very occasionally snoozing. I knew his face and each and everyone of his mannerisms as much as I knew my own. I still know his face and each and everyone of his mannerisms even though he turned five years old yesterday and is the most difficult person to pin down and make sit still for more than a single second. It's quite rare that I get to stare at his beautiful face anymore unless it's by the light of my iPhone when he's fast asleep. 

But this little face, I haven't had the same opportunities to sit and admire. Equally as beautiful as his elder brother but less studied and less well known. But I'm making up for that now. Between the hours of 9am and 3pm, he's all mine. And I'm all his. And our days are relatively calm, a little bit lazy and we most definitely wear hats. He always wears a hat. He has his brother's verging-on-pretty features but they belie a fierceness that lies within. He is small but not to be crossed. Gentle but stands his ground. He's my littlest, my last and I love this face.

The Ordinary Lovely: This face