15/52

"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2017."

Stella: I'm not sure who you're more glad to see back home, me or your sister. I'd probably hazzard to guess your sister, since you've been by her side every moment you can. But you've also been extra sweet with me these past few days, even allowing me to cuddle you, which almost never happens. 

Hugo: You're such an affectionate little bear. When I pulled into the driveway, you were positively vibrating with joy. You wouldn't let me put you down. You cuddled and kissed me. You told me, Mama I'm glad you're home. I love you. Never go to London again, except with me. 

Lyra: You spent the week recovering from surgery. I was pretty worried about you, to be honest. For nearly a week, you hardly woke up, except to cry like an injured kitten. I was so worried that I spent the entire day last Sunday in the A+E department where doctors ran all sorts of tests and then finally arrived at the conclusion that you were fine, just slow to recover from anesthesia. When, finally, on Thursday evening, you started to come back to yourself, I started weeping on the train. It was so lonely being without you. I'm so glad you're starting to feel better.