Reminders

I knew 10 months would be a hard age. Not just because Taran's on the move. Not just because he loves to crawl straight for the dog's water dish. And not just because he cries every time we tell him breakfast/snacktime/lunch/snacktime/dinner is over. Odin was 10 months old when my dad died and Taran's tenth month has brought back many memories of that time for me. These past few weeks have been constant reminders of just how much I miss him. 

Taran at 10 months-sorry for the poor quality phone photo! 

Odin at 10 months