Sweet Thing

My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That's shining in your eye
Just to dig it all an' not to wonder
That's just fine
And I'll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile...

I like what happened here, shot wise, which ultimately gives an indication to how bad the rest of my pictures are.

Today is a day for tea, wellies and tv.

The best times of my day are when I'm with my kids.
The most stressed times of my day are when I'm with my kids.