While sweeping, awkwardly and angrily, at the walls corners and nooks and crannies in my bedroom with the vacuum cleaner nozzle, trying to make our house look less like the Addam's Family mansion and more like home, I happened upon an old Polaroid image Ian magically transferred to the beam that stands, tree-like, in our bedroom.
It's high up, where no one can see it, unless you are searching for it, or wrangling cobwebs. But it's there nonetheless, serving as proof of the existence of one adorable baby, Esther, sleeping as soundly as a Hobbit, what a fantastic sleeper she was, in this very house, in our bed, with the tail of some random stuffed animal, giraffe or zebra? half up her nose.
And here she is, minus the giraffe and baby blanket, but still full-cheeked and adorable, and a fantastic sleeper, today: