Hubby got these cute little fellas out of the loft a few weeks ago for a photo shoot, and it made me all nostalgic. I kept picturing my boys (21 & 15) as toddlers and how much they loved Red Ted and Floppy Ducky, how Dan had Scott the Scotty dog when he had his tonsils out. I was really sad to learn that Wes had since disposed of Dertie Boggy, he loved him so much! It got me thinking of cuddling my babies to sleep in my arms, and wanting me when they were poorly, or hurt themselves. I have to keep reminding myself that I was once the most important lady in their lives! Just half an hour with each boy, at around 2 years old would be nice, just for a cuddle, to smell their young skin and have them fall asleep in my arms one last time. Is it just me?