Taken at the pointy end of my last pregnancy (obviously), Bren caught this moment on his phone.
Zig and I. A little afternoon kip.
I love the way he has fitted himself to me, curled around my swollen belly, two perfect jigsaw pieces.
No matter what, my children always fit. We are a match.
I’m Angie! I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order. He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.