There are many reasons why I type away into the blogosphere and peer into other people's lives.
If you are as passionate about blogging as I am, you will understand and applaud the love of words and photography. As well as the interest in other people's lives and what makes them tick. It's also fascinating learning traditions and cultures from countries I might never be lucky enough to visit.
Plus the very important matter of recording all small, but incredibly meaningful, details. Such as the day Tommy met Father Christmas, for the very first time.
How wonderful that I could capture those priceless moments and store them forever, maybe even one day for him to look at himself, when I tell him how overcome with awe he was when he saw the man in red and white.
Father Christmas visited our local garden centre one fine Sunday. Here's Tommy patiently waiting for his turn, whilst admiring the deer.
And the snowman.
It was our turn to walk to his grotto.
When Tommy first met Father Christmas.
He was sitting in a very comfortable chair, by the fire.
He very kindly posed for the camera.
Tommy opened his doggy teddy and then we all went to local pub for a roast dinner. Love this picture of Tommy with his grandpa and grandad.