This morning my Son wanted Daddy to read a book to him. Now, Daddy isn't much of a reader, he struggles with paper books and finds it much easier to listen to audio books or read on a kindle. But still, he sat there and read The Mousehole Cat to our Son (I'm guessing bump enjoyed it too, because of the wiggling), and of course being nearly 35 weeks pregnant I ended up in tears. Purely because it didn't matter to him that he was struggling with it, all that mattered to him was that he was able to spend that time with our toddler 💙