It was just gone midnight on the 16th March 2008 and Ian was sat at home in a little place called salmonby, near Horncastle.
Ian was thinking about leaving Rowena earlier that night at Lincoln Hospital - She was crying when he left and it had hurt him to go.
He could only guess how much emotion was running through her - excitement and worry at thebirth that was going to be induced that night.
Ian had been thinking of starting a diary form of story so that Leo could look back on it when he was old enough. Tonight seemed the best time to start.
Thinking about it, Ian imagined reading parts of it to Leo as bed time stories... Perhaps not as exciting as some stories but Leo could have many great adventures whilst growing and learning and it would be a shame to forget them.
Ian looked around to make sure he had the phone nearby - there it was - then wondered at trying to go to sleep. That phone would ring if there were any developments during the night. He was half expecting it to ring now .. and only because it hadn't already. Another part of him was more practical and knew that if he slept now he would be more rested for whenever it rang ... and yet he stayed up waiting.
Emotion is a subtle thing at times. When she whispers you find yourself doing things that you had not planned without fully realizing why.
Ian notices that he is too excited to sleep and decides to meditate for a while.
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