My first memory is of you.
The early morning light on a French campsite when you brought me for a walk.
I remember the feel of my towelling cream and yellow little t-shirt and watching water-spiders skate across the top of the pond.
I remember balancing on your feet and laughing, looking at your face down below.
I remember being happy.
I remember you.
Happy Father’s Day to the kindest, fun and most wise Dad that anyone could ever wish for.
Love you,
Em. xxx