Julia at http://www.juliasplace.org.uk gave us ‘… Holidays make memories but …’ as this week’s prompt. Here’s my suggestion:
It was supposed to have been our last fling before the baby arrived. A carefree week of hot days and balmy nights. Although Louisa had other ideas. 24 hours into our trip, she decided to arrive 10 weeks early, in a turmoil of sirens, blood and gut-wrenching fear. And three months later, I still can’t believe she’s here. My wife smiles as I stroke Louisa’s cheek. “Come to bed, Steve, she’ll still be there in the morning.” They say holidays make memories, but when it comes down to it, holidays can’t hold a candle to everyday life.