Harry

He doesn’t know that I took this photo. He had borrowed one of Charlie’s guitars and sat down and started to play. It was lovely listening to him strumming away, completely uninhibited. He is at that age where he gets self-conscious easily and won’t accept praise.
Later on, I took him to a friend’s house. He wanted to play his music on the way there. Usually Harry’s music choice is about as far away from mine as you could possibly be. But tonight, he chose a very chilled set of songs, including a Bruno Mars track which I think is called Moon. He sang that whole song with such power and feeling, I was moved to tears listening to him. He happily accepted my praise when the song finished and by that time, we’d arrived at his destination. He got out as normal and I drove all the way home with my heart bursting with love for my boy and my eyes bursting with tears.