Everlasting love

I've been reading 'Danny the Champion of the World' to Harry and Emily at bedtime for the last week or so; sometimes one, sometimes two chapters - depending on our combined excitement.

It's a book I loved reading as a child, but I probably haven't picked it up in over twenty years. The images and memories are as strong as ever but every now and then, this time around, it leaves me with a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye.

Danny never knew his mother and, when his father speaks strongly and fondly of her, I can't help but cast a sideways glance at Harry and then Emily.

Harry's excitement at the next chapter is overriding, but I've had to explain a few things. Firstly, that I'm not a poacher, and secondly, that I would never, ever leave him (or Emily) alone in the house at night, nor with a babysitter that they didn't already know.

I feel that some things don't need explaining to Harry. He understands that love is enduring and can be felt even when unspoken. I hope that the same sense is growing inside Emily.

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