A few years ago, when DorkySon was just a tiny toddler, my Dad came to visit and we went out for a walk. As I pushed the pram along, Dad kept skipping ahead to peek into it.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked, laughing?
‘Just watching him fall asleep,’ said Dad. ‘It’s one of the loveliest things to see.’
I thought he was a bit mad, and said nothing.
In retrospect, he was absolutely right. Watching DorkySon fall asleep was something that I took for granted because it happened several times a day – in my arms, or against my shoulder, or pushing him around in a pram. But it’s only now that I so rarely see it happen that I realise what a lovely thing it was.