It is just after seven in the morning.
I’ve just put Lewis back down in his cot after his early morning feed and am heading back downstairs to take my tablets.
I walk past Jamie and Pete’s room and detect quiet whispers. It’s still dark in their room, and I surmise they must both still be in bed.
I walk past Gus and Bear’s room, and I see that the blind is up.
Angus is reading Harry Potter in his bed – I can’t see his face, as it’s completely obscured by the book.
Bear is up too.
He is sitting quietly on his bed, and he is sitting very still.
I can’t see his face either as he is staring out the window – up at the dark, grey sky.
I have never seen him so poignant, so contemplative, and the moment tugs at my heart…