Jasper is asleep beside me, lying across the bed. His head is near Chef’s side with arms tucked tightly under his body. Knees are drawn up under him so the cutest little bottom in the world is pointing to the moon. He reminds me of a chrysalis albeit a Salvador Dali-esque one bedecked in bright orange Buzz Lightyears with Thomas the Effing Engine socked feet at the base. But here he lies seeming to grow and change before my very eyes and yet is still â€“ and will ever be – my little ray of sunshine baby.