– pulling up to their house in my car and seeing Jake explode from the house with excitement, jumping up and down shouting ‘Uncle Pete’s here, Uncle Pete’s here!’
– between 6.45-7.30 in the morning when I stay with them, the door to my bedroom will open slowly and Jake will be there wanting to know if I want to play yet. A game of pirates will then follow, with him and Elephunkel, and then slightly later, Max will toddle in, climb up onto the bed and snuggle up next to me.
– as bathtime finishes, Jake and Max’s mum or Dad will haul them out of the bath and wrap them in their towels and ask where they want to be sent. Apparently, my house is always the destination of choice. ON my last visit last week, Max was discovered personally into my arms.
– it is 6.25 or thereabouts. Teeth have been cleaned and pyjamas are on. One or more books have been chosen and we are sitting on a bed, a boy on each side of me, laughing happily as we read the bedtime book.
Every smile, every laugh, every time one of them holds my hand or asks to climb on my shoulders, every time we talk on the phone, every time I get a card from them, I know what happiness is.
Thankyou Jake and Max, and thankyou Alex and Freya for letting me be their Godfather.