Happy Birthday, Little Boy.

My little boy’s birthday party is spinning around me as I type these words.

We find ourselves after dinner, during cake, before presents: and by golly, there is noise. The most glorious kind. And the most deafening, uncomfortable kind.

I can’t believe it was twelve years ago that I was having contractions in the toilet, whilst my husband giggled and bounced outside the door, knowing the birth of his first child was imminent. I have never hated him or loved him more, than in that one moment.

So now, our first born is twelve and life is hurtling along.

Given the entire life time we have lived in all those years, I can’t even fathom what might come next. But family and love will play a large part.

Let me roll out the red carpet for all the beauty on it’s way.