I just realised something; hence the early morning post.
It is 0430 hours. I amble to the bathroom, groggy with sleep. Strangely I was reminded of my childhood when I would buy tennis balls. I know smack of tennis but I liked tennis balls. Apart from their appearance, it was the texture that I loved.
And the tennis ball texture currently matches the ‘touch and feel’ of my son’s head. No wonder I always have a hand on his head!
Mmmm! 🙂
Fatherhood 