Jacob Patrick

This time 21 years ago , I was sitting up in bed in Queen charlottes Hospital , gazing down at the most adorable little baby boy in the world. OK, he wasn’t quite so perfect , he was wearing his little ‘scratch mittens’ as he’d had a right old go at his face . It should have been my first clue as to how his hands always want to create something ‘different’.

John , Rosie , Florence and I love him so much.

2 Replies to “Jacob Patrick”

  1. Hope he has as good a day as he can-are you having a family meal or anything?
    The Emily Dickinson poem is printed out and on my wall, it makes me incredibly sad but gives me hope as well, I really like it. x

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