Sentimental thoughts...

This is Pippa, my first baby. She's 11 years now. In this picture she's curled up on my lap. She sleeps in the crook of my arm most nights and hides in the garden most days. She doesn't wander far from the beat of a fork on a tin. My fondest memory of her is the look of indignation on her face, when curled up on my very pregnant tummy, the baby kicked her square in the face.
My daughter asked me once "mummy, what is your favourite animal?" My reply was "Pippa"