I’m reading ‘A Little Life’ when I read a character ,Harold , describing the love he has for his child Jacob,
“But it is a singular love, because it is a love whose foundation is not physical attraction, or pleasure, or intellect, but fear. You have never known fear until you have a child, and maybe that is what tricks us into thinking that it is more magnificent, because the fear itself is more magnificent. Every day, your first thought is not “I love him” but “How is he?” The world, overnight, rearranges itself into an obstacle course of terrors.”
2.It’s just a coincidence he’s called Jacob ( could have been Florence ,Rosie , Pierre or Saif or anything )
3-which has nothing to do with 1&2
my lovely, kind , generous friend, Declan is flying us off to St Tropez via Nice tomorrow.
Blessed be the day