The mag with heart
Sonny Adorjan, 49, Melbourne, Vic
Walkin ghand-inhand through the streets of London, my wife, Charlotte, then 39, son Woody, three, and I were enjoying the summer sun. ‘I love you for all the minutes,’ Woody said.
Amused by his funny turn of phrase, we knelt down beside our boy.
‘We love you with all the minutes too,’ we smiled.
Woody always came up with all sorts of beautiful sayings that we coined, ‘Woodisms’.
Keeping a running tab of them on the notes app in our phones, it
