Saturday 7th March

I flew up to Glasgow airport on Saturday morning and your mum picked me up. You weren't in the house when I got there...your Granny had insisted on seeing my face when I saw you again. God almighty how you've grown! I couldn't do anything for about 10 mins apart from cuddle you.
It's amazing to see how much you have filled out wee man. Being able to see you smile and even giggle a little bit nearly burst my heart. We went shopping in the afternoon and I bought you nappies...18 pence a poo they work out at you know :-)
I ended up baby sitting you for a few hours and we both fell asleep on the couch. Peace and quiet and deep, deep joy. I loved it.
You lay on the floor on Sunday night when I was going home. I was lying there with you and just held on to you for as long as I could before I had to leave. I thought I'd be OK, but I was choking inside.
I'll be back ASAP, but I know now the more I see you, the more I miss you Kiddo.
Oh, and I left my glasses and the Dusty Springfield book I was reading. I bought a "Classic Rock" magazine at the airport, then realised I couldn't read it! That's your Granda Barry for you.
Love you.