The future you're blissfully piecing together with my son’s father isn’t too dissimilar to the one I had in my head once upon a time too. That’s why, occasionally, it’ll be hard to see you stand in the place I once stood.
I’ve come to accept that’s just part and parcel of sharing a responsibility that means everything to both of us. Oliver is our flesh and blood. He’s the sum of a love we both once shared, transmuted through his skin and bones.