Who: Charles Bingley What: Dreams! When: August 18
"Papa, papa! Catch me!"
A head of curly dark hair, a brightly-colored play outfit. His arms opened automatically to the blur and rush that he somehow knew was calling just for him. He laughed, brightly, and so did they- the sound higher pitched but unreserved.
"Spin, papa!"
He lifted them up, spinning around. The giggles continued, their arms outstretched to either side. Cries of faster, papa, faster! were indulged, of course, until the both of them finally collapsed back to the grass in a heap of laughter and cuddles.
He lay on his back, with them on top of him, their head turned to- "I can hear your heart, papa. It goes thum-thum, thum-thum."
"Does it?" he laughed, bringing a hand up to just gently toy with their dark curls. How in awe of this little one he still was, even years after they joined the world. Every new day and fresh discovery was seen through their eyes, full of wonder and mirth.
"Mummy has two hearts," they offered, with the surety only a toddler could possess. "Mummy's heart and the baby's heart."
Though a more logical mind might have corrected the assertion, Charles could only hum his agreement. "I think that's just right, my darling one."